An excavation

Weird is special ,
loneliness can be a peaceful medium to swim through the space of art.
Sadness bears a wormhole,
an outlet to rejoice

I'm just another man trying to find it.
'where to start?' is the question that halts me.
A second to think puts my notice on this humongous dark space
that shines on its internal light like oil under the sun.
Stunned like I saw death
I froze like a scarecrow.

And thus my arrogance started to erode like a rock in a river bed and I learnt my first lesson.