I am nothing.
Too small to even deserve a word.
A speck of dust-
so minuscule as a worthless fragment from death and decay itself-
in this place that some might consider a cosmic joke.
I am a chameleon.
Not an adjective, but a noun.
A fascinating specimen-
every changing and overlooked until its in between moments of transformation-
only a part of this world obscurity and prominence.
I am everything.
There is no one word or definition to me.
I do not restrict myself-
an endless multitudes of universes harbored inside a shell-
to something as pathetic as a word.