tmbt: pull back jack
The most beautiful thing today? Knowing that I want to write and write and write about the full moon, the snow, the love lost and found and hanging in mid-air, the late night and early morning, the wishes, the hopes, and fears. All of that, jack. And knowing that I am just too tired, so it must be enough to simply mention them. There is beauty in pulling back on the reins to gather strength and there is beauty in putting it out there, if only as a mention. It is not all or nothing. It is beauty or beauty.
the most beautiful thing 