Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Half Moon, Half Full

It's nights like these when I can hear the frogs belching, feel the redness on my cheeks from the brisk breeze, and watch the half moon rest on it's back in the sky; Knowing I've only got two more nights in somewhere so beautiful that I'm reminded to ask myself, is my cup half empty, or half full?

My cup has always been half full.

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