this girl,
she lives for details. for beautiful, extraordinary things.
she would never drink tea from a paper mug, no, that would feel so
wrong. the porcelain with tiny painted flowers does the half of it.
she always take the longer, but way more beautiful way home. driving her red little mini cooper with the window down, holding her hand out in the spring, soon summer air. closing her eyes for short seconds, feeling the air softly touching her eyelids.
she photographs everything. maybe because the small things in life makes her the happiest. and because she knows how easy it is to forget those small things.
she lies about her own feelings, for other peoples sake, and of course her own. because lying is a lot easier than telling the truth sometimes.
and she does not have the ability to hurt people, and that is maybe her strength, but also her biggest weakness. cause somewhere deep down she knows she hurts herself the most.
she loves as deep as the sea. she has so much love in her - she often explodes. she loves creatures so easily, it sometimes scares her. and almost always hurts her. because it seems a few really love her back.
she does not have the patience to wait, if she wants something, she will get it. she is
all in
or
all out.
she is very black and white.
but still so incredibly colorful.
maybe cause she has realized - choosing to love the thousands of small, ordinary, accessible things in life is actually the simplest way to her journey of happiness. and what a colorful journey it will be.
letting all those little details, create
art.