Rarely,
so rare does the blood drip crimson
upon the porcelain plate,
do people share the whole truth.

Selective harvesting
of memories
and stories
and lived experiences
whirs as a constant mechanism
in the background shadows of awareness
before any conscious dissemination.

How much of what we see,
hear, experience,
(or, of what we do not)
from other people
can we consider truth?

Anything?