The Merchant of Lost Things
There is a dim alley, you can sse the flickering, the glowing of a single lantern swaying and shining in the evening breeze. You see it tucked in between the crumbling brick walls, which stood at a shop, the sign can barely be seen, and it written: Merchant of Lost Things.
When I stepped inside from the door, my heart kept racing, mixing curiosity and unease. Shelves are being stretched to the brink, faded photograps, an old cracked watch, and a glove. Each item tells a story that there was a life behind.
Where is the merchant? An old man smiled knowingly. "You have lost something?" He asked with a soft but heavy voice, like it all carried the weight of everything that is forgotten. Although, I was unsure but I nodded. I was just looking for that memory, the courage I dropped somewhere along the way before I came in.
From a dusty jar, he gave in a gesture. "Regrets", he said, "People lose things and lives, and when it is too late, they come back begging". "They keep searching for an unknown key to an unknown door that they never opened". While all this was going on, my fingers was brushed a locket, too cold and heavy, I couldn't believe that I had my own laughter years back, still lively and unbroken.
"Everything you see here, there is a price to pay", warned the merchant. "So, what are you willing to trade?" I was frozen by that question. Is there anything left for me to give? My big dreams? All my fears? Or the lost part of me?
The the lantern flickered, I blinked twice. All of a sudden the shop was no more it has gone. I just say an empty alley now, but mu head ached, my chest raced, there was this strange and wild hope in me. Maybe I would find what I lost someday, or I will get used to letting things go.
