Spring Cleaning

Last night, with the false bravado afforded by drink, I sent a message that terminated a friendship. Not the best way I must admit.

Wished I had could have discussed the whole situation over coffee with the person in question, but there’s just been too many mind games and furtive behavior.

One time cut off is better right? Right?

Probably. In any case, what is done is done.

Spring cleaning in the new year. One is left covered in dust, with a mild regret for the things that had to be disposed of. A certain nostalgia when one remembers how the object looked when it was still new and full of promise.

'The art of losing isn't hard to master...'