When we meet a person we subconsciously inspect each feature We intuitively notice flaws and perfections the less we see a person the less our eyes renew the image in our minds we focus so ******* reinventing an exact, lifelike image causing it to eventually slip away so we try harder, pushing the image even further until sooner or later we begin to question ourselves and a cloud of mist forms and impedes our ability to visualize creating more distance between the memory and ourselves and no matter how hard we resist we gradually lose pieces of the face that will never reappear and wish our eyes could mend the broken image just one last time no one has solved the mystery of how to capture this memory or even hold it for eternity so as victims we watch it slip away we helplessly forget and pray for one last chance to remember not the ambiguous, blurred remembrance but the clear, flawless one