Chameleon Moon

People will try to hurt you. People will try to shut you up and bring you down and even kill you, and they`ll do whatever they can to convince you that you`re alone, and nobody cares, and that`s how they`ll win. They`ll use guns and they`ll use words, and the worst part all is that you might listen when they say you`re a freak or a monster, and you might start to believe it. But they are lying. Don`t believe them for a minute.

"Listen to me. Good people do bad things. And bad people do good things, and sometimes good and bad are just words, and don`t mean a thing." He shook his head, slow at first, then faster. "Then what do you do? If nothing means anything?" "You figure out who you are, for yourself. You find your identity. What means you. Not what you did, who you are. That means everything. You mean everything."

How do I explain him? Too smart for his own good; chaotic and unpredictable; a sad, wandering spirit; a terrified child in over his head; a sharp-toothed wolf, I still don`t know which he is.