Friday, July 29, 2011

Vault

Funny how we can remember our repressed memories from a single word, a place or a small thing. A small crack is opened on the big vault, a drop spills out and it would hit you like a stream of dream you remembered just now. Like it never happened. And you are shocked and at the same time, amused on how your brain can store and seal such infos effectively.
And then you close that small crack that opened.

Cherry F.

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