Just let my mind run free..its not as easy as it seems. Subtle colors and violent mood swings unpredictable outcomes but many results they bring. Alone is not a valid word .

Desolate
Dead

Is more suitable. Rotting out , a chemical change. No return, no refunds or rain checks. I am not a rock star. I am not a princess. I am not a lover. But I am jenny , everything I am not. Sigh…the leaves and litter are coaxed into graceful dancing by my constant sighing.
B r e a th I n
Br e a t h o u t .

The fresh air is foreign to my lungs , and stale in comparison to the places ive been in my mind. Reality is a variable and I am by no means the scientist. mor ealong the lines of a lab rat. The thin blood coursing through my veins is proof enough that I am alive. Blue. Red. My body is a rainbow…well if you take all pieces and parts into the picture, th epicture I am in the process of painting. I was always told I should be an artist but I never pursued the dream . I was never good enough for me.

The end.