Some people do not give up, they just walk away. Walk away to a far away land where no one can find them.
The winds will have blown away all the scent, and scattered the dried leaves and flowers
The noise and silence will have drowned all the songs and words that used to mean something
The moving hands of the clock will have wound and twisted all the memories, making them distorted, shapeless
The shields will have set them across, between the eyes, the feelings, the hearts
The thoughts of the touch will be now touching a callous, numb skin
That is when some people just walk away, because they do not believe in giving up. They walk away to a far far away land, where no one can find them. Ever.