i hid in the hollowed out bushes of my childhood home and

waited

prayed

manifest

that it would happen to me

im not meant for this human body

and that is okay

im not meant to fall into these

endless

useless

.. categories

i am me

im not jenny i

i dont know who i am again yet

again i find myself

in a circle of misunderstanding

im not who i was

my cells

regenerate

im not who i was

iknow what i can be

i know what i can try to be

i dont know who it is i am

identity

crisi

it always sounded stupid and made up to me

but now that im in it

i understand

i statements

all i

no one else

but me

self centered

self centered art

dedicated to making self centered art

its a waste

a complete waste

im a hack

ive wasted everyones time

making all of this

about being a girl deep down

only to realize im not

i am but a mere chapel

i am a chapel

in fields of

wheat

people miss places

theyve never been

from me

i cant see the light in myself

only in

others

i am the light

i am the mother and the son

i am water and earth

flowing

forever

and ever

into nothing again

if you see something

suspicious or unusual

say something

miles from home

not where im supposed to be

at all

empty houses at night

look so peaceful

and they dont know that im looking

but i see

im watching guard

im taking care

i creep

with no motive

i hurt

with no plans

i live

breathe

and sleep

meaninglessly