Tell me your secret. You had asked me one day.
The secret to being happy.
Little things. Notice the little things.
What little things?
Listen to the melodious chirpings of the bird.
They are trying to tell you that it's okay to let out the scream you have been hiding.
Look at the gorgeous roses with thorns at their side.
They are trying to tell you that it's okay to be pretty but deadly at the same time.
Feel the breeze gently caressing your cheek, your hair.
They are trying to tell you that it's okay to rest sometimes and forget everything for a while.
Watch at how the drizzle slowly turn into downpour.
They are trying to tell you that it's okay to cry everything out and dwell in your sadness for once.
But what if I don't have time to do all of that?
Sweetheart, you'll always have time for little things.
(In this world that won't let you rest, it won't be bad to stop, take a breath and stare at the vast blue sky for a sec.
The sky is there for a reason, you know?)
— White Canvas #3 // are you lost in the world like me?