A Perspective of Memories.

The word texture seems to apply
There for the viewers eye
A captured image of an object sits
By a box near a pile of bricks
For random chat is often cold
Used to mask an empty space
We cannot relate to each other we are told
I see the expressions on your face
It's all to do with perspectives
And where we stand
A photograph may be nothing more
Than a 1 D image that makes no sense
For others it's the very core
Of memories, the past and truth
Social conditioning plays its part
You don't need to be a sleuth
To get to its heart
A soft toy abandoned in an attic space
A large cat or simply a teddy bears' face
There may be somewhere
A relativist's view
And a perspective that is so new.