He calls back his memories as if each detail
is as clear as the drops of rain on the window.
His confidence unchecked,
his recollections, all but a few, flawed.
Additive details hardly feasible,
entire scenes unwillingly forgotten,
whether for wishful thinking, or unconscious will to forget.
These memories, his memories, are wrapped in a clear film of optimism,
not clear enough to deceive the others,
But so clear as to convince his own mind.