Lizards run freely on the parquet of my bedroom.
They come uninvited and never leave. They are my lizards, and they slowly pile up all around the room, on the walls, the carpet, in the dresser even in my bed...
After a while they all stopped moving, they froze in place, on the walls, the carpet, in the dresser and even on the bed, and i lived among still lizards, I watched them age,
some of them dying at still ripe years, others lasting decades, some never aged, some stuck with me and left sticky stains underneath their webbed toes,
but I left them there so I could remember the lizards even after they died, they were my lizards, I wanted to always remember some.