you watch that reflection in the mirror and all you see is a stranger with unmistakable longing staring back at you...
in spite of yourself, you have memorized the steady rhythm of the conventional routines like lines in a song...the same pace...the day stretched out like a long uninhabited road...nothing much is happening...except maybe the small quotidian tragedies...
you feel a distinct yearning to break free from the up-down calm breath of the humdrum aspirations...there must be more to discover...
in the dead hours of the night, you think of another place, as you listen to the swoosh of the traffic outside...or when you're alone in a your room, after a lonely meal...you dream of it...it's a fascination that's holding you enthralled...the air vibrates with promise...your head swims...your skin tingles...the restlessness grows each passing day...it's eating you alive...
you can't still the itch...you're longing to take this journey of discovery...only one thing is holding you back...that you may never return...
