It’s funny isn't it? How memories can be half in your memory
and half-forgotten at the same time. It’s amazing that you can’t remember facts
on your book but more than 700 people’s names and their backgrounds. How imagination
can make things that is said to be impossible and how from a sound or smell of
a memory it just appears out of nowhere. It’s an enjoyable feeling that we can’t
put our finger on. Maybe your mind has places we have never thought of. Just Fragments
of memories roaming around your mind like clouds. Do you know yourself, truly? If
not why are you trying to understand others? Why can’t you sit in a corner and
explore yourself more. Maybe in that way you can find your true self and not
the outer ghost that makes your decisions