My mom used to tell me that I thought like an artist.
I used to think she meant that
I focused on the details or
that I was messy or
that I needed everything to be perfect.
I finally understood what she meant
when she said that I thought like an artist.
She meant that my creativity and pain
will always be accompanied with one another.
She meant that I feel everything
so much deeper, but that is just because
I think like an artist.