There is nothing.
No worries in sight. No imperfections to be reflected.
I don’t know what time it is. It doesn’t matter.
I’m realizing how my ego loves the light. In the darkness she just sits back. In the light she bosses me around and tries to convince me that it’s for my benefit.
She drugs me making me feel like I am nothing without her.
I actually feel less anxious when I realize that I am nobody. I am just a speck in the universe. I am as important as an ant.
There are people out there that don’t even know I exist. They won’t even know when I die.
I am just a part of the collective.