Auld Lang Syne

then let me go and forget the sorrow
perhaps love, peter chan

six years. it hasn't felt like six years. almost. to be exact, it's five years six months. i surprised myself as i have always been.

the familiar purple walls leaned towards me forlorningly. the carpet along the walkway has been the same old grey, just as the way i remembered the first day i stepped into the spacious office. the heavy punching of the keyboard into the endless nights, the restless tapping of the fingers all sound just like yesterday.

"i am sorry i cannot help you do more." she frowned. her huge eyes staring blankly.

the walls were mocking at the extreme buracracy behind those close doors. in just about a few more minutes, another chapter of my life closes. the end marks a new beginning.

and more.

the butterfly nymph has just broken out of its cocoon.