Memories,
Are only a flip book with missing pages.
These rare moments appear one by one
In just a few milliseconds
With no space left to record my emotions.

At least I know I’m not a skeleton.
I’m not a pile of walking bones,
Wandering on Earth mindlessly with no sense of direction or purpose.
I’m no human either.
I’m just a zombie –
Cold and emotionless,
A bit dead on the inside –
But I know,
I know for sure that somewhere buried deep, a strand of humanity still resides in me.

A hidden strand
That stayed dormant for most of my past life
Silenced, muted,
And eternally forgotten.
Climbing out of the grave,
I pray that one day
It will emerge like lava oozing out of the volcano
And I can finally be heard.