I wanted to miss one thing without turning it into identity

Dear Delyara, A message. A detail. A small task. I missed it. And immediately some part of me tried to inflate the mistake into a personality statement. Not just I missed this, but I’m slipping, I’m scattered, I’m not together enough, I’m behind. I’m tired of that jump. From event to identity. From small human miss to whole personal verdict. Tonight I’m trying to let the thing stay itself. Small. Annoying maybe. But not revelatory.