If the grains of sand in the hourglass stopped falling, will you be able to tell the time?
Will you be able to count the seconds passing by without recording them?
Will you be sure if every moment you spent was real?
Or will you try to follow the tic tocs of the clock relying on something to tell you that your presence is actually happening in front of you?
Do you need a pen?
A notepad?
A phone perhaps?
Something to help you write down all of the memories, all of the details of your day
But you know what they say
Memories don't live like people do
they always remember you
whether things are good or bad, it's just the memories
memories don't live like people do
But they sure die like them
A Stab by a knife to a heart linked to a mind
a burnt notepad
a broken phone's screen
and everything you went through becomes an illusion
leaving no trace of your memory behind as you get taken away
History is nothing more than the collected memories of the people before us
containing as many lies as truth hidden between its chapters
Memories don't live like people do
But they sure die like them
As you walk down your memory lane realizing what you used to believe in doesn't exist anymore
As your mind and heart walk holding hands listening to the reverse sound of the clock
Your mind recalling and rebuilding events
Your heart cringing and bleeding emotions you once resented
As you recall the memories you once killed
Your heart cringing and bleeding emotions you once resented
As you recall the memories you once killed
Memories don't live like people do
But they sure die like them
As we are nothing but fragile creatures
As fragile as glass
We are made of sand after all
So
If the grains of sand in the hourglass stopped falling
Will you be a human with no memories?
Will you break?
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TEXT: AHMED HAMAD
ART: ZENA ADHAMI