Random Leaf #1321

Maybe there will a point in our lives. That one single moment wherein we would totally lose ourselves. Our real selfs. We just forget about it. We get disconnected from it. We become detached. And we won't even be aware. Somehow, despite that, we go on. We move. As if nothing were there. As if nothing happened all through out. Maybe it's not a single moment. Maybe it's a repeated cycle. A routine we would surely go on shedding bits and pieces of ourselves. It would be different everytime. And what would only hurt is that it would not hurt. Because we won't be aware about it.