Of course it doesn't doesn't matter.

If it doesn't matter, I wouldn't have care less.

But perhaps the degree of concern is wearing thin.

Like a rubberband over-stretched.

Ready to snap any time.

What may used to affect me a lot in the past

somehow doesn't make me feel the same for now.

Weariness?

Perhaps.

Perhaps the energy of holding on to that

something I used to believe in is disappearing.

Perhaps someday I will find it back.

Time heals everything?

Time simply numbs everything I say.

And when the heart gets stiff cold and nonchalant.

And when the trying stops.

And when the tears stop staining.

And when I look at you in the eyes and feel nothing but everything.