revelation

Any attempts made to forgive and forget and better; move on, were abandoned almost nonchalantly, almost without guilt over what happened. We leave it as it is, and make no attempts for amends and fiddle with parables and excuses, let alone give reasons and ideas to write about long lost lovers and naive young dreams in order to say unto yourself, that something did matter. Or something happened. A proof of existence.

So you would like to attribute different meanings to different events, however miniscule they might be, even a falling insect that happen to land at your feet seem to have some mystical meaning. You take every single word and sentences uttered from great poets and magicians as if they are laden with meaning and mysteries you cannot unravel, thus attach importance to them.

Allow us to reveal to you that none of it matters.

Nothing matters.