Pleasant doctored memories.

Old photographs, sitting in a shoe box hiding in my room. I fell away from myself, Got lost in the negatives of memories. So many years have gone by doctoring the truth, print after print. But negatives never lie, Those images caught in sun light, can't be seen in the darkness. As the shutter closes more negatives pile up, followed by the prints. Doctored, burnt, dodged, changed. But the negatives never lie, put them up to the light. See the truth reflected in shadows, Shades of psychedelic grey and black. What I focused on is clear, what I needed to see was blurred, background noise to some unimportant subject. So now I look into the negatives of the past not the photos, the prints made to order. They can stay in that shoe box, Pleasant doctored memories.