the perfection of the imagination

the perfection of the imagination

read a friend's story
and once again
my attention's brought to
the perfection of the imagination.

that something u've lost to the past
becomes closer to perfection
as time goes by
and washes away the bad parts of it.
the good memories never rust.

and i've discovered this whole magic
of reading blogs from the most recent entry.
u discover things the scariest way.
you read the latest entries,
in which all the blogger's memories
are furthest from reality
and hte most perfect.
then u read on..
to discover the lies and the hurt
and even the possibility of a whole scheme
to hurt the blogger.
and the created perfection crumbles.

alot of times,
the blogger him/herself understands
the illusion of this perfection.
and the longer s/he dwells on this something that's lost
the more difficult it is to recognise
the reality of this illusion.