thinking what to write...
I see a gecko, freshly out of its black hole in the wall,
basking in the heat of the lamp
which tries to light up the dark night.
And i watch as the gecko sits there
changing color from black to beige...
slowly, excruciatingly, inexorably,
trying in vain to blend in;
And I realize...
I don't want to be that gecko.
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