Rusted

The steel begins to rust, forgotten, rain hits against it's ever strong surface. Drop after drop it touches what once was replied on. It starts to become something else, something weaker, no longer sure of itself it starts to rust. It's color begin to change from something bright to something dull and not beautiful. It's the course of things. We all forget who we are and wither way to become part of something else. No matter the loose. Not matter how horrible the decay death violence and despair. It all crumbles down into something better. No matter how small the gain, no matter how meaningless it may seem... It's the course of things. Life, community, empires, planets and love.