Flashing lights

Bот так медленно гаснут огни 

Где-то во мне, где-то внутри (с) K

This world is full of illusions. Pure illusions. Our sense of self-importance makes us assume that we are needed by others, that we are thought of. It is all a lie. We are not important, neither are we needed. Work it for yourself. Read, write, learn for your own sake. Care for yourself and for the few who have been there for you when you needed them, for those who you really love. Love purely like the sunrise and the sunset, like the stars and the moon, like the sea and the sun. Like the flashing lights. Like the cars driving over the Golden Gates Bridge while the sky is still misty and the events of the long gone night are still in your head. 

Don't hold a grudge against those who ignore you. You cannot blame them if you are no longer of any significance in their lives. Maybe you never were. 

Take your time to get to terms with it. It may hurt because at one point it mattered but as time goes one, you will realize that you can only let go. The past is gone. Why would you spend time reminiscing, when there are things to get on with today, tomorrow, next year. Breathe in the fresh air, smell the leaves and the grass, watch the sun come up. In the end, life goes on.