I am a Chameleon.
Floating through the atmosphere, ever changing personalities.
I can’t stick to one version because there are so many.
Different parts and aspects of the ever changing me.
Through time and space, which version is the real me?
Instead of adaptations and molded parts of clay, glued to me.
But with you, I think this is the real me.
The most authentic version, I’ve ever seen.
Thank you for loving me.