Thought #58: chameleon camouflage

1 Jul

I had dried out from crying the day before. Refreshed I moved towards a new hurdle, stumbling on the highroad as I heard the words that pulled the right strings. Choked from guilt and hurt from pain, with a feeling of incompetence and self-loathing. But as I closed in to the task at hand, I gathered as much strength I had left. Social gatherings mean being put to the test. Becoming one with the environment, a chameleon who’s mastered the art of blending in. I cling to walls and skirts and others, envelop them and watch as everyone passes me by. Then I process what my eyes see, what I feel and I act accordingly. To what I should and what I shouldn’t, though it rarely ever works. I slur and mumble, grump and whine. All the more now.

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2 Responses to “Thought #58: chameleon camouflage”

  1. tsaperdona July 2, 2007 at 6:34 pm #

    κάτι στην μητρική σας?

  2. oni July 2, 2007 at 7:19 pm #

    Xaxaxa! M aresei na grafw sta agglika orismena keimena. Einai tragiko, to kserw, alla noiw8w pws merikes lekseis sta agglika mou tairiazoun perissotero k synais8hmata ekfrazontai eykolotera. Isws epeidh sta ellhnika oi lekseis mou fainontai pio wraiopoihmenes kai epithdeymenes k ntrepomai xD I’m bilingual sou leei 😛

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