萝卜青菜，各有所爱

 Once upon a spooky month, an attractive baby girl was born. Did i say pretty? No, i did not. Not only a special energy she may have, a cool birthdate she has too. October 10th, 2010. All tens! Her skills a ten, her talents a ten, her achievements a ten, yet.. what is missing?
     Perhaps, a piece of her mind.
Tiny droplets slowly drool down her chin, yet we both dont know what those droplings are. The more they drop, the more her mind droops.
     No one really gets her. She doesnt really feel "human". She doesnt really feel like a she either. Like if she is her own species. She cant stand doing nothing at all and wait. Her self needs constant stimulation, which is hard to contain from just one thing for a few moments. But only one shall keep her company, keep her safe, keep her feel understood. Art. The only thing slowly keeping her in place, no matter how many droplings she shall shed. Everything is pretty to her, she appreciates everything, no matter what nor who they are. Theyre all just pretty little strokes of color to her.
     Slowly but surely, pieces of her jigsaw brain starts to shift and drift, fixed by an ethereal trail of stardust and little twinkly stars racing around her head, in flight. No matter how much her lucidity cracks, she always have something to fix it with. No matter how often it shatters back and forth, she tries her best. Painting anything she feels, bears, think. No matter how much her reality slowly differ from the authenticity, she always manages to find a cure. Even if it only holds on for a little while..