And You
Know What?
My heavy eyelashes shut down my eyes,
But still, I was able to open them,
And keep them like that for a long time.
I went in search of an adventure.
No,
I didn’t climb Mount Everest,
I didn’t clean the oceans,
I didn’t plant a forest,
I didn't fight hunger,
I didn't save the world.
This was a different adventure,
I went in search of a definition.
My own definition.
The definition of being creative.
I looked on dictionaries and talked with academics.
But nothing.
None of these answered my question.
What I have to do to be creative?
I removed my eyeshadow,
And saw how the makeup dissolved with the faucet's water.
I removed my nail polish,
And felt how the strong smell of acetone burned my nasal hair.
I cut my hair,
And cried while a part of me was being chopped off.
And suddenly,
Puff,
My bare skin, my clean nails, and my short hair told me,
The definition of being creative;
Opening a bag of chips,
Running late to school,
Riding a bicycle,
Laughing at someone,
Crying for someone,
Not doing your homework,
Making your bed,
Petting a dog,
Observing the sky,
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