Tylenol and Duct Tape For Shattered Pride and Wounded Egos

i park my car and i step outside hoping that the quiet will help me clear my mind i always mend this way but it didn't work this time cus for a second i look up at the stars and it comes rushing in just how small we are that kind of self awareness scares me so i get back inside my car and in that darkness that i used to like i find myself reaching for the overhead light i've never felt more scared than i do in this infinite quiet i whisper something just to fill the space hoping that the sound will scare the introspection away "well, on the bright side, this new self loathing, should keep my narcissism at bay" i laugh but it is drown out by the sound of the tense rumbling of looming thunder clouds i wonder how God could hear me amidst all of this sound in spite of this i decide to pray "Dear God above, please take this fear away cus i feel so small right now could you just tell me that's ok?" well morning's here and no sign has come so if God should call just tell him i'm not home i always feighn faithlessness when i'm feeling this alone but i looked out my window at a passing child who was dancing round playing with the light he cast a shadow though the sun beat him in size in his shadow my life flashed before my eyes and i still feel small but yet i smile cus so is the sun if it can be beaten by a child