Reality Into Assumption?
Memoir seems to be an exageration.
All the description.
Did you really notice it all?

You
were there.
You
do know what happened.
But do you really remember it correctly?
Or is it just beautified for the reader?

All the emotions, the smells, the sounds, the colors.
Did it really mean anything to you at the time?
Did it even happen that day, that minute,
       at that place?

Or is it just assumption?
'One time the tree was turning red, so it
must
       have been this time.'
'One day there was road construction and it
could
      have been the day I'm writing of.'
'Once I smelled the scent of raspberry mixed with vanilla
       so I'll just say it was on him.'

Where does the line go then
Between reality and fiction,
Truth and Lie?
No one knows...

             ...but me.
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