Jun 18, 2012 | Monday, June 18, 2012 | 0 comments
The clock, the door, and the box of memories.
To be frank,
life has been treating me rather well.
I guess I have chosen the right door.
But there is just one thing that always make me worn out,
Twenty four hours a day is assuredly not enough for me to settle things.
My sleeping pattern is all messed up
I ended up woke up with distressing feeling.
Memories from the past keeps haunting me.
This morning, I woke up remembering things that I used to forget.
Constant memories of mine keeps rolling in my head and it drives me crazy
each and every time.
I feel like I ..
have been trapped in a box of memories.
My hands and legs are locked up and my body is in fetal position.
How to get out from this box?