windows and walls

by walterdoege

breaked the wall…I still hear ‘the wall’…with the bricks I build my house…my house have windows…when I open the windows any time…day or night…but especially by night…I feel my wisdom…I feel my soul…so…I feel a wisdom…my wisdom…the only I can talk about with experience…is like I can only write from myself…not about myself…from myself…windows closed…some kinf of silence…I can hear my soul…I write a little piece of words linked one with each other…a word…a world…windows hold on my wisdom…the windows of my home…my soul…me and the world…the wisdom of loving…any house…my home