Memories are but,
a walking dead
thin strings
inside your head,
with their x-mass tree bulb
ብልጭ & ድርግም your heart.
light up your wounds,
guilty pleasures.
Deeming bruises and scars.
?Displaying moments
with a 3D screen
on repeat?
no next button
or forward,
only pause or replay.
Sometimes, on every pause
you see your future.
you see You
picking a sun flower
the one that blossoms in ፀደይ <3
a wrinkle in time
leaping for
new joy
directing
another new season.
With new actors
But, still there is always
a flash back, reminder
or a cut from previous season.
And on those moments
you,
some how, have????? ignored the present
?just like you've ignored some neighbors or society.
society who lives, in more deeper memories themselves,
and claims you crazy.
But,who would dare to tell them
that, you are some how,
in a bed inside your head
tangled by the arms of memories
soothing sounds of violin
tucked with a furry ብርድ ልብስ a
and fluffy kitten
but you still hear voices of people,
like morning birds chirping,
tend to wake up
but
choose sleeping.