The truth about the truth

Since growing up I heard the same story. It’s written in books. Taught at school. Internalized in life. Repeated by friends. By family. By me. A glimpse. A thought. This story is not the truth. If it’s not. What is? A ruptured moment. Fractured fragments. Re-arranged by my imagination. This is not the truth.   *photo by Daniel Alvarez Sanchez Diaz on Unsplash