"I couldn’t cry about the thought, so I laughed instead at the self-centered idea that somewhere out there, I am seated upon the pedestal of someone’s mind, the very forefront and center-most section as I have rested so many in the anterior portion of mine. Could it be possible that I am of some charming nature to someone out there? I cannot stand to think that I’d been so naturally and yet so accidentally beautiful and had been utterly unaware of my potential. How could I have been myself so carelessly inadvertent and uncontrived? I just laugh at this, these insecurities bathed in neon technicolor. The psychedelic colors must have caused some brain contortions for I could never linger so lovely in prolonged daydreams for being myself."