I thought I found you
in one thousand different faces.
But, it was merely a glimpse, an inclination.
I was left with the face, the character-
Delightful exuberant creations- But, not you!
(more) Chameleon like, I knew and became them all,
dissatisfaction thirsting through my soul.
Thin worn, this blanket is no longer comforting.
Dreams need far more space for growth:
damp earth, warm rain, fragrant sunshine.
Individuality is a finer seed then it is cracked up to be. I welcome the fluidity of its transcendence.