I used to know how to draw. When your mind is free, creativity flows like water.
Imagination ran wild, translating through my hand to sketch what my mind saw.
No school taught me how to draw. I just drew! from imagination.
Imagination is precious. It’s your brain running a kind of creative program.
Now my brain only responds with solutions because trouble, trouble always comes first.
Suddenly, I don’t know how to draw. Because my mind is focused on solving problems.
A perk? A burden? Of being an adult in an adult’s world.
But is this writing a sign my creative program still runs? Or just a way to cope with crowded thoughts?
I think human traits are similar to software programs. If you don’t use them regularly or update them over time, you can forget how to use them, or they might become irrelevant or incompatible with your current environment.