Empty Glass

The other day I learned about the extension of self
How one extends bits of their identity to the things they possess.
The idea that you are your possessions.
But you don’t have me in your heart.
How empty you must be.
I am like a pitcher of water for your heart of glass.
You think you are delicate.
You think you are hard to reach.
But like water I can fill you up,
Even in the crevices you thought you could hide.
But you don’t have me in your heart.
The extension of your self only goes as far as your ego.
How empty your glass must be.

Tracy Eric Writes… On the extension of self and your loss.

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