The cost

We shop with our eyes wide open and yet we are blind

We touch the soft, the rugged and the velvety and yet we feel nothing

We smell cinnamon, spices filling up the air and yet we are full and unfazed by the aroma

We taste sweet, savory, spicy treats that fill us to the brim and yet we are wanting for more

Are we ever satiated when our desires are endless?

Do we ever feel the full extent of the things we buy.

Is the cost merely in currency or do we leave behind a part of our soul

Isn't the cost too expensive at each sale, bargain deal and liquidation center

The exchange is not merely between the cash register and the currency be it plastic, metallic or paper

The trade is between and in between entire nations, one serving another served round and round.

Isn’t the cost too expensive when we buy into injustice, slavery, exploitation, destruction for a piece of cloth to cover our shame, a trinket to fill our empty homes, shoes that we will never wear because as long as we keep buying, we will never put back together pieces of our soul that slowly keep being tied to things, more and more things until there is nothing left of us to trade.