Anonymous Frames

I keep trying to fit....

a bed that creaks,

a dresser with chipped polish,

a curtain with splintered embroidery,

into a room that awaits light and life.

I keep trying to blend....

a dash of aspirations,

a gallon of opinions,

a flask full of commitment,

into a dream that lacks vision.

I keep trying to turn....

a commute,

a displacement,

a transfer,

into a voyage that could end up unveiling new places.

I keep drawing...

conclusions,

inferences,

decisions,

out of words that come from an unknown source.

I keep reliving...

sequences,

memories,

incidences,

through pictures present in anonymous frames.