One time.

At band camp.

I had an idea.

Unexpectedly.

I would write a song.

I started waking up early and writing lyrics.

Chord changes.

I was creative every day.

Unexpectedly.

Songs.

Stories.

Ideas would connect.

Life blossomed.

Unexpectedly.

Creating for no reason.

Saved me.

Brought me unexpected joy.

Unmet expectations.

Now met.

Unexpectedly.