the line of memories is not straight
it looks straight to us but it's not
carries bias with it self, carries dreams and colors, which were not there
and it does because we cannot help to be painters in our minds
and we paint those walls like we would in our house
the way we like to find it in the evening when falling asleep and walls are around us like a hug
it's nobody's fault
but the line of memories is not a truth, it's our truth, with our meanings
it can be the most beautiful and dangerous thing, we have to remember that in that line there is always some lie
which keeps us some company when we need it
because everything we put in there did not come only through our eyes, but from our hearts
and a heart is easily too passionate to be rational
it looks straight to us but it's not
carries bias with it self, carries dreams and colors, which were not there
and it does because we cannot help to be painters in our minds
and we paint those walls like we would in our house
the way we like to find it in the evening when falling asleep and walls are around us like a hug
it's nobody's fault
but the line of memories is not a truth, it's our truth, with our meanings
it can be the most beautiful and dangerous thing, we have to remember that in that line there is always some lie
which keeps us some company when we need it
because everything we put in there did not come only through our eyes, but from our hearts
and a heart is easily too passionate to be rational
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