The dust settles and the noise becomes a distant memory, I wonder whether the vague memory really is a memory. Could it be a mere dream that I, in my desperation, created? I wonder whether the lingering honey drops are really as sweet as they seem. My mind has a way of adding beauty to even the foulest of things so, I am uncertain of the figures it presents to me. This may sound like absolute madness but who can claim they have not been deceived at least once by their mental wondering? And so I look at the honey-sweetened memories and wonder if they really are mere dreams I created...
