Kiran Speaks

It is time to give it up; let it go and let it blow with the wind off into the distance, across the plains, and into the mountains until it seizes to be—carried away by the whisper of the wind until its remnants can be heard no longer. It is a thing that does not exist anymore and does not matter anymore. You do not matter anymore because you do not exist anymore. I do not matter anymore because I do not exist anymore. I am not a hollow reflection of my past, just as you are not a memory of the sins conspired against me. The fragments of your memory once lived within me, but now I cannot remember anything at all—you do not even exist in my delusions. You are not my friend, nor are you my enemy. You are not out to get me, just as I do not wish to hurt you. You are nothing. I am nothing. We are nothing. I do not even wish for your demise; I wish I could wish for your happiness. Instead, I wish you nothing at all, as nothing is the greatest joy there will ever be. With the power vested in me, I declare us free. I absolve us of the duty of a lifetime for something that was never meant to last in the first place. I free us from the shackles of our bond between what once was and what now is not. I say goodbye in an empty field that has been untouched for years.