i can't help noticing the little things
the dried up ant, missing a wing, in my paintbrush jar
that smear of something unidentified (and gross) near book binds, in between pages
dust and dirt on buses window sills
that snail stuck onto the uneven white wall

all these minuscule unimportant things
that i miss out on the bigger things

sometimes, sometimes we really need to step back and look at the bigger things
then perhaps we'll forget about the pain, the loneliness and everything in between