day1

There was a girl I knew. A girl that would bend to you, anything she could create whether it be real of fake. Like a chameleon in her place I can change my face. Hide who I am to create then meditate, take it in, and again absorb what I see. Who am I. All things absorbed I have to fuze it out. A chameleon no more and as a snake I begin to shed my old skin and slither and shake to make my earthquake to feel more than I had, to be more of who I am.