I came to write something else and I have to say the buggers opposite me are distracting me. thts it.

From a beginning which was personal, bordered on the self and conscious to the point of opening up and noticing whats around, beyond my story i.e ur story, his story, her story, their story......wish is not to succeed but to make a find....to stop writing and making puzzles and carve out something butiful, insane yet sane and meaningful...........It is all behind. New wings have to be grown, foundations have to be dug and strengthened again.

P.S. this is not to make sense