How do I remember?
I have begun to doubt my memories
Can I do justice to them?
Do I remember the wind as it was that day or do I mix it up with me?
Do I remember love or I ruin that too?
Or do I make rain seem like a memory of a matka with a million holes?
Is every reflection and everything crawling to be remembered with fascination or am I just created for the hyperbole?
Do memories of dark days get stored in black white in everyone’s head?
Are days of joy supposed to be remembered or created?
Is family supposed to be reminiscent about?
Are winters remembered by the cold or by hot choco?
Is music remembered or lived?
Do I want to be remembered or forgotten?
Is anger as fierce as I remember?
Is my country remembered everyday with a feeling of a déjà-vu’?
What is it when you only remember no directions?
Where did I drop the map?
Do I remember what I think I remember from blurry memories?
Do we live life or does it become a memory in the end?
I do not comply or resign my memories to life
I will not let my memories be copyrighted by “reality”



