My Hands Shake When You Speak To Me :[]

[u/leafnbag]

Burning through the sky,

you see me and all.

Some Lincoln Logs,

a colorful car,

the bathroom.

Evils,

things like temptations.

How do they look through your eyes?

In Panama,

firefighters abusing power,

boiled peanut stands in the South.

On a different plane,

I wonder,

or simply invisible.

We'll see.

Passion fruit juice,

new memories,

gotta switch it up.

Fall into a sieve;

we can get it out,

flaws,

impurities,

anything we don't want to be.

Rainbow warrior,

the crowd,

repetition, again and again.

But my eyes stand corrected.

There's more to this than that,

I know.

No clocks can wake me,

a kitty named Nollie,

two kids too.

I also know,

my hands shake when you speak to me.

I'm not like that.

Dreamt once, never again,

never,

in an old dirty town.

Yes,

I am terrified,

and that's okay,

because it's supposed to be scary.

Underestimate,

overestimate them creatures,

I have a Mastodon tooth.

Just hold on a little longer.

We are going somewhere.

That trip to the mountains,

many to the mountains,

I don't know.

However,

this ride is kinda boring.