Any piece of artwork is a mirror of recaptured experience. It is an encapsulated slice of a particular reality. A creative attempt to foreground an understanding of what is rather obscure.
In a parallel paradigm of selling and buying
Abounding like merchandise in a busy marketplace,
Love can be sold
Half the price, discounted, on sale
Or buying things at a certain cost
It may come like a bonus - free!
No charge at all
A hopeless romantic may well find herself
Roaming endlessly in an abandoned cemetery
Where people caught in a mundane swirl of living daily
No vision of glory, passion or pain
Bury love under fathomless depth of oblivion,
"don't dare dig it baby, you'll end up feeling sorry".
Time passes without meaning
Onward towards the great nowhere
Let it all pass under the bridge,
Ride the wings of time
Until you reach the end
Far from the here and the now
Far from all the things that make u feel invisible.
Be not daunted by fear.