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.