Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Spooky..
I am entering a place seems like a hollow tunnel with full of strange faces. Unfortunately all the faces are images of the past. What are they doing here? Some faces are long gone from my memory. But that faces seem to be haunted, mesmerized, and puzzling. Have they done anything wrong in their previous life? Then after all those years why now? Spooky and frightening.
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