#egoloss

It’s not that I’m ungrateful for being alive. 

But sometimes it’s too tough to live.

With the comfort and stability of a bed,

Now that I have some down time...these thoughts have been weighing on my consciousness.

I think it’s self explanatory how I experienced ego loss. 

Only a few really know and understand what it is.

I don’t even think I understand it myself.

That’s my ego talking.

Because she’s trying to build herself back up.

From being sent straight to the bottom.

Of nothingness.

Of emptyness.

Into the abyss.

But a part of her likes it there.

Because she knows that’s what happens,

When you break through the vale,

to build a better you.

Sometimes you have to sprint past the extremes,

Imagine having strangers telling you that everything leading up to this moment never really mattered, and you aren’t a collection of your thoughts, emotions, feelings, and experiences. Your experiences are neither good nor bad. They just don’t matter. You don’t matter. You’re just a drop in the ocean. Smaller than a drop. You are a speck of dust in a vast open space. And no one cares. Even if they say they do. They really don’t. Because you don’t matter. 

Imagine having strangers tell you that to your face. I mean, famous people probably get this, but it’s usually a sprinkle on the ice cream of adoration.