December 2, 2015 – Chevvy's diary

Inevitability of change

Things change

Nought stays the same

Then we keep wanting something more

I’m not that same girl as before

And you?

I dusted out the cobwebs of bad memories,

washed out my eyes with fresh tears, threw out my wasted

tantrums and shredded 1000 letters. Finally, I cleaned up

my hard drive and turned on the auto reply. All I had left was:

Clear space

to think, to breathe,

feel rejuvenated,

to cleanse the pernicious, attract

the new.