words, worlds

by walterdoege

perhaps I write as romancist because…it’s not a justification…I am just writing…because what I write is of no importance…how I write has a little importance…writing is a kind of loving…who reads me touchs me…writing and reading is one thing…some kind of wings to let the winds show me the way…I already see my way…after the first step…after writing the first word…after the first phrase…a paragraph…a chapter….a book…in fact I don’t know what is a book…but when I read the words…when I write one word…I see worlds