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, the clock. Twenty four hours a day is assuredly not enough for me to settle things.
My sleeping pattern is all messed up and 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?
