journey to the past

i visited my old school again. second time in last five days. but this time was different. this time i was wearing my pyjamas and i was running among hundreds of students and teachers. i stopped in the middle of the corridor. my friend from university was sitting there and said we don't have time to talk. i started to run again.
don't know why, but i felt i had a mission to complete.

these are not wonderlands

i wanted to call them wonderlands. but then i realised that they are not always places. they are times, situations and thoughts as well. they are big unnamed spaces. wonderspaces. others call them dreams.