my writings

by walterdoege

my writings are like bottles in the sea…someone will find them…someone found them…my future writings are the same writings written in many forms…there is a new horizon I see after the wall was broken…broken wall…with the bricks…with the words I write a shell…for nestling my warm regards…my warm feelings…my confidence in human being…my writings are not mine…my writings I do not have cause I am my writing…I am in my writings…writing is some form of time for let me down…and go on…writing is a hope that never dies…hope never dies…in the wall I watch a new horizon…my writing is my inner wall…the wall is a limit for going on…to my destiny…for my last goodbye…but loving is the hope that never dies…after all, life is a gift from the soul…life is a gift for me…when I write my words build a wall to protect me…a wall to protect my dearest…my nearest…my pursuit of touch all the world…all the people…cause life is so short but endless: a miracle, a special gift…in any way a horizon for the soul…my writing is a form of pray