Reignited

I became comfortable and in comfort, I lost faith in myself.

I stopped writing.

I stopped painting

I stopped sculpting

I stopped playing music

I forgot the way clay smelled

I forgot the way I loved words

I forgot the way a paintbrush felt in my hand
I forgot the way black and white felt under my fingers

I began working jobs I hated
I began believing life was hard
I began thinking I never had time
I began thinking money meant more than happiness




I must be reignited.