so i write in my diary every day,
after a while there was a gaggle of them
so i put them up on a shelf.
they all looked so lovely lined up in a row.
all neat and tidy,
making me believe that all my thoughts were neat and tidy.
which i know,
they are not.
But that is how they seemed,
which was good enough.
we are moving soon- so i have packed them all into a big brown box.
When i got them all down I noticed they were dusty and faded.
The dust made me sneeze and gave me a headache.