People write in descriptions, visuals.  That's not the truth though.  Thinking about lives, thinking about your own life, the thoughts don't come in green grass and white fences, but rather in nights that were so dark that you could feel the black inside your thoughts.  One doesn't see the photograhic qualities of perfection, but rather feels the color and emotions of the days.  That's how we see the world

The song you hear on a radio that takes you back, you don't see the beauty of the moment; you feel the dirtiness of the moment.  A smell doesn't remind you of the day you know, it lets you feel that raw emotion of reality.  And reality isn't what we see in books and movies. Reality is poor and scary and rough.  The truth we project is a lie.  That truth is clean and clear-cut.  It tells others that we know what is happening, that we are in control and in complete understanding of our lives.  That's a total and complete lie.  Even if you think it's not, you're wrong.