You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it… fictionalize it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf - your book, your romanced autobiography. We are all in the flight from the real reality. That is the basic definition of Homo sapiens.
We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman (via quoted-books)