I once journeyed to a land where memories and emotions could be bought.
It’s denizens woke up as familiar strangers to their neighbours every morning.
Ah! Such joy for new beginnings.
I purchased a few smiles here and a tranquil package there;
coated with vintage pills of fleeting nostalgia.
When it was time to depart,
I knew not who I was or where I was heading.
An etched smile and a hollow heart where the only memoirs I had left.
A sad excuse for happiness.