Between you, me, and them:
I am a chameleon changing almost every
four hours. I live in a city filled with rainbow-colored
people who sometimes see the world through
black or white lenses. It is so rare to find
golden wisdom and diamond-like mentalities,
for everyone is just like me: a chameleon.
I read books, especially memoirs, by people
whom I have never met, but feel much more
connected to than any other being I have
come across in this continuously changing
city.
Time passes, perspectives change, but all
things appear ageless - except I.
Every morning I speak to my mother and
every evening I listen to my father and
realize that I am not a chameleon after all,
but a flower raised in darkness, watered by
mother's golden wisdom, and embraced
by father's everlasting mentality of openmindedness
and colorful thoughts that appear too bright
for the chameleons wearing black or white
shades.
I'm truly not a child of the rainbow
nor a product seen or understood through
monochromatic frames, but a woman
all shades of grey: a mixture of all
mysteries hidden in between every
crack of the sidewalk's stained cement.
