Farthest down, all the way to the right.

And it scares me.

Ever get weak knees?
Well, I got ’em.
Ever heard of weak feet?
Me neither.
I got those too.
I’m the sun of this physical disaster.
You see, I’ve felt pretty.
I’ve felt beauty.
I’ve felt gorgeous breathing upon my ear.
I’ve felt sight for years and years.
Standards only take seconds to begin yet last lifetimes.
Did you see what it looked like?
You would understand.

I’ve had my moments.

Oh, this is the time!
A dangerous time!
Of best and wonderful.
Too much time to think about one.
With caution signs alerting the driver of a chemical explosion up above.
It rains, pours, upon my vehicle.
But nothing is ending the collapse.
And the thoughts are all scattered.
But since when did selfish deserve organization?

Did I mention I’ve felt gorgeous breathe upon my ear?
As well as hot kissing up my neck?
And voluptious guide its hands to places once forbidden?
All for a shake of the hand. A pat on the back.
But our voices are never heard.
My the mind is mighty.
“The” is gone.
You would’ve died for a taste.
I killed for that handshake.
I’ll be king of hidden potential.
I looked so good from afar…
But baby, I always look good in the mirror.

Remember.
The second you think you may take your hand and grab whatever it is you like, is the second before you are found not worthy enough to have any of it.
Remember.