Time is scary. Through time, memories feel distorted. But is it distortion or rather, clarification? Bitter memories brought rational yet somewhat cynical, but ultimately realistic conclusions. Good times were either forgotten or overshadowed by the bad and a desire to protect oneself. The mind was settled, and the heart free to linger or take flight as it wished. Nothing outwardly has changed. Yet through time, solid conclusions and rationalizations melted. Is it forgiveness? A realization that the sour wasn't actually so bad at all? Or distortion by the return of a yearning for sweeter days that's overriding logic and memories of bitterness? I've made peace with myself in deciding that matters of the mind are to be uncorrelated with matters of the heart. But now the mind is so confused that even the heart feels uneasy.