#16: Drift

When I let my mind drift

I find myself waiting in question
Find myself searching for the me
in question. I find myself waking up
in the daydream and taking it by
the seams. Creating a reality, using
a type of creativity I thought I had 
lost when I healed. 

As I let my mind drift.

I could see that I was too busy trying
to find a reason to be broken because
I had convinced myself that I was more
productive when I was in that state of 
mind. I was more creative broken, I was 
more less awakened in the mindset of forgetting.
Forgetting that the pain was supposed
to eventually fade, but I let it shape, let it
take the form of my coveted creativity. 

As I let my mind drift. 

Back to the areas of my creativity
discovering that I never lost it. I just
had to find away to process this new
found sense of reality. Realizing I
didn’t know how to be accustomed to this
new happy, this new sense of I’m
grown up. 

The moment I let my mind drift.

I unearthed the real progression that
came with all my confessions.

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