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| Sometimes, loneliness hurls down doubt of my own worth as a crushing weight upon my head. Knocking me down on my belly. Before i can stand, i come crawling toward those who stand tall, seeing only their feet. Hoping that someone, anyone will find me worthy of amusement.
I waste no tears on self pity, but take pride in how lowly i then become. For the capacity to be brought low is akin in the capacity to be lifted high. So as a slave to any who would honor me with their scorn, i crawl. No loyalty nor fidelity beyond the moment of my lust...but within its short span compelled to treat any who find me worthy of amusing them with as faithfully as i can.
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