Amidst a raucous background, I blend myself br with the noise br as a chameleon does. br I crawl through pulsing colors on painted walls, br cloning rhythm br with technical ease. br br The next time, though, I am quiet, and colorless br insecure. br Locked in place br sweat forms on my frantic lip as br I am smeared against the vibrant br talking ceiling, br stark-naked, the only thing I have to offer is my own br crystal silence, br reflective in the light. br br br (This is supposed to be aligned in the middle. This is not its true form.