Once happy knowing herself, she walked full of confidence and promise into the unknown world of connection. Seeking new adventures and revelations, to learn new thoughts and ways to live in the world. She fought those who tried to squash her, or cause her harm. She grew to know only the cruelty that was the people around her.

Chameleon sat in the stillness in her own state. Forever mindful of the hot suns rays. From out of nowhere came a herd of people, without thought or desires they simply inhabited her space. Like a flood she heard their inner most thoughts, their desires and their tears the fears that they shared not. Insecurities that rot them to the core, responsibility for their lives abandoned to instant pleasures and gratification. She finds herself feeling more than her original bliss, more than the body absorbing suns kiss. Wave upon wave break over her head, she is struggling to breath, to feel the thoughts flow in her own head. Suffocating on unshielded remorse or unrequited love or was it after all the conceited wish to simply be loved. Known to the whole world for doing precisely nothing, these animals were strange in the importance they put on such things. 

She looked in one direction to feel panic and pain. Another brought joy but there it was, momentary food gluttony and then again. Yet another brought love and an intangible kind of ignorance, still further she searched for something more and a lot different. They were a group craving a group, they didn't belong and yet knew they could. Standing there with the technology of the day connecting to everyone yet not to those a stone throw away. Connecting to the world on metaphysical lines, but wanting the connection physical touch brings. 

The chameleon had lost herself in all this, her skin had changed quite a hundred times, to keep up with the feelings that washed through a now animal mind. Wave upon wave came from this ocean to wash over her consciousness and abrade her devotion to herself. Adapting thousands of times to the non essential, frivolousness of the collective animal. But as the sun died his temporary death, below the earths surface to his transitory place of rest, the human animals departed for the seeming safety of their homes. To wallow yet further in the days unconcerns. Putting their heads in the sand with films and with drink. With anything that might help them to sink, into unconscious peaceful oblivion and away from life's hard plans and sweaty stink.

Suddenly alone, confusion sets in. She has become nothing but a reaction machine. All her energy that was inside at the beginning of the day, was taken up with forever changing to this now gone herds emotional play. All sense of self lost. All energy to find it gone. She puts her head in the sand and wishes the life to be drowned out of her reptilian bones. Dreamless sleep was not meant to be, as they came forth as does a tyrant of bees. Stinging her into feeling the pain of being a live, knowing the knowledge that she can't just lay down and die. She rises in the cold midnight air, breathing in deeply and seeing the Moon smiling at her. The moon asks her what she would do now, if all the worlds freedom was hers for the making. He asked her what she liked of her past, what she wanted from her future. She could only stand looking aghast. He sat there when she cried, laughed in the face of a seeming danger. Chameleon searched inwardly to the deepest parts of herself, she knew she was blessed but the not answers of the moons questions did her jest. So she searched on in her internal quest. Changing color like the shifting sky, through sunrise, to midday when the sun was again out to play. To evening and sunset and repeating all that. Night after night she would she his gentle face,  no wiser in the relentless days passing, missed. After one whole year and one whole day, the full moons face shone her way. He asked her again.

Chameleon women whispered that love is what she remembered, although hard to come by. Continually being molded by past stories like a lump of unrefined clay. Moon asked again feigning the inability to hear. She spoke again, this time with frustration a little more clear. As she did so, a myriad colors glimmered under her skin. Subdued by their depth but with a willingness to thrive therein. Full moon smiled at her answer. Chameleon i will grant you one wish, for you have given me great joy and great sadness together in one delectable dish. i have watched you for a year and a day,  your color shifting like the ever active thoughts inside you unable to obey. The answer was simple, but you didn't trust it when the question was first asked. Like a prince who has to go on a mission to find hardship before he can be king. You needed to find yourself and what was within. You are the strongest of your kind that i ever had pleasure to watch in the din. I wish you to come to me in my realm, but leave you free to take up your own path. Know that i love you.

In that moment chameleon women spoke, she asked to have wings to fly away from the earth. Far away from the noisy consciousnesses of the animals here. To find a place where she could be herself, embalmed in serenities embrace. Souring through the emptiness of space. She wanted to fly closer to the sun and feel his unhindered warmth. Bath in the moons tranquility and feel the safety within his gentle magnetic pull. The moon was a little a taken back. Never in all his lifetime had he expected this. This creature would come to his domain and live a life so like his own. He was born to loneliness and now not alone.