Riddles

It's so easy to let it happen. Chasing answers, solutions, getting lost in mazes. The waves come slowly, rolling over us. Peace. At last. It's all going to come. In the end. It all fits, like a puzzle, but sometimes the pieces are not put in place by us. The art of patience, the dynamic images. I show you my all. You turn a back. Riddles of the night. Darkness, I unfathomably pretend you are not present. Love, an eternal quest. I cannot even end it...