Woke up with ego in full bloom. Feeling ugly and old and bald and sad. Ego has a hold of me again. Trying to survive it brings misery and graying aura, holding me down and smacking me left and right. Beating me up and to make me sad. I have no right to feel good it says. You must be punished and stripped of your promise. Who are you? Where did you come from? Surely not from this low place. Then why must I go there? They say within me is a part of God. I have known this even in the hardest of times. But I was linked to others. Tonight I feel the separation.
I am fit, fat and fine. I know it is only temporary this middle of the night mare.
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