solitude

by walterdoege

solitude is when I am wath I am…when I can be who I am…I do not know about you…a little bit I know about you…a little bit I know about me, but knowledge restrains the inspiration for walking and go on, but I sit on my chair…I sit on my chair and cry…a little and smooth cry…warm tears on my face…warm tears on my skin…the skin is the realm of me…the skin is the deeper in you…the skin is the deeper in me, but I can not touch you…I know a little bit about you and me, but I stay well on my solitude…I feel more than I know that soon I see all is right…I sit on my chair and play my piano and go writing letters and words