to a conclusion with yourself

so what’s now to do with all the information that just ran into me?

just let be it — to come and go as it goes.

the state of anxiety which I feel now given the answer although all does makes sense in reality

fear, all over again for losing what just came about again as a gift

the sadness which trembles without knowing what to do to calm down the senses

a sense of piece and relief as it is now needed for sharing that side which so rarely comes alive into my own life

exposing a side which I keep quiet as no one desires — as I say to myself

if that is indeed the case, who’s loss is that? mine or theirs for rejecting what just comes out as light?

I believe mostly mine as that belongs to mine in the first place.

what about the other? It does not even matter. Whatever they be, they be.

It’s not about them in the history of the story.

it’s not about them and it never was.