Nothing Even Matters

When everything around you is collapsing - from office towers to football hopes - and your heart is inexplicably calm, it means that balance has been achieved somewhere nearby. It's the kind where you don't even need a manicure, and the boss can call three times if he wants - there's no room for hustle in this warmth. The world might be going down the drain, but inside, a quiet voice whispers, "nothing matters." Not because of apathy, but because everything is finally in its place. It's like a morning without coffee, but with your favorite voice in a half-sleep. Like a dance without rhythm, where bodies still align. Life has just become soft, like silk on the skin, and if it turns upside down tomorrow - so be it. There's still something worth staying for in this sweet "it doesn't matter."