i dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things

you write it down. and then you let it all go. Letting go was the premise of this book. Turns out, I treated this book as an ending when it was only the beginning of something bigger than myself. Bigger than for me to put it into words, but at least I tried my best to do exactly that. Grab a pumpkin mug filled with coffee with a maroon coloured lipstickstain on it and enjoy this book over and over again on a crisp fall morning, because i will be doing exactly that.