When the time has Run out…

When love is all around, as you are lowered into the ground - what are you feeling? Is it peace or regret?

You run out of breath

You see, there is this vortex… The old tale of selling one's soul… It happens every day. I know I have a soul but sometimes I feel I must've lost it in the flood, it went floating in a spin, down the drain, where people with false smiles and goods to sell, wear bright and shiny suits and say what is needed to say.