“Where do you want to go today?”

Anywhere I’d feel at place. And a destination too elusive that is. The trick is the answer could be right in front of me but I don’t see it because I look behind.

My mind is locked in a frame-either self-made or self-sustained; or both. Very rarely the frame falls apart releasing me from its grip and it is then when nothing seems impossible-stars seem within reach, people seem worthy, “all the might have could have beens” disappear as if they never were, my life seems repairable.