rosie's lullaby

I think I've learnt quite a bit over the past two weeks. Like the proverbial soup, thoughts have had sufficient time simmering in the pot I think. They're mumbled jumbled cacophonous thoughts I'm afraid. From wards, and hunched up hushed up lunch talks, to brief sparks and projected words.

We all have skeletons in our closets I believe, but its only when we're faced with the gravity of the predicament others are in, that we learn to take our own in stride. That sometimes things are so inconsequential when placed in that light. Concrete versus abstract. And the best we can try is to throw ropes to them amidst the fear of entrenchment.

there's a saying that goes people are bastard covered bastards with bastard filling. I don't think that's true. its when you get covered in the coatings of insecurity that build up over time that the core is hidden, not snuffed out.

then theres love, hate and the inbetweens. but simple things are simple. those should stay simple.

bla bla i have an essay to complete.