Rip

The confusion doesn’t set in until they are set off to the end. Scared and out of faith. But once these iron gates deflate the sky opens and all answers soon start to relate. Something so small grows into something that cannot be explained. Not by anyone; Even the answer seekers who open the eyes to the new awake. Theories studied and the hours spent on a wooden bench, To find the answers that we will never find out until the reach of the bend. The fear sweeps under, falling flat on these stones. But the love will soon set over. Like a blanket from the unconditional hearts in the unknown. The ones that will leave. Never leave from the memories we save to retrieve. And in their absence this beat will also keep beating. Forever. And ever. Stop seeking; Just keep them to their safekeeping.