Too Late

It's too late for me now. I've past the point. The one that says "your life starts here". All i have left are memories. Memories of a full life. People i used to know are now just familiar faces. Only i can know the emptiness in my heart. Now i'm nothing but an unfinished puzzle. Some pieces broken and some lost. There's a big gap in the middle. A big empty slot. It is you.

Where are you?

At some stage you realise, "I'm not where I'm supposed to be". Where are you then? Don't you dare analyse that question. It shall remain unanswered till the time your disappointments become your closest friends. Obviously until such time comes the big question mark will remain above your head, among other unanswered questions. I guess thinking it as a privilege, to bare all the pain, is kinda crazy. But still it marks your future and makes you who you are. All according to your response at the time. Just remember, your mistakes your life.