hard words

by walterdoege

as a writer I write with hard words…literature…writing surrounds solitude and finitude, the last goodbye, farewell…as love comes from an emptiness…in me…in you…cause I write for you from me…from some empty core in me…in you…love is some emptiness, some have no thing…the solely thing is this empty full of love…love comes from abundance…share this abundance…share is loving: the empty core is loving recipient, but love is a lack, an illusionated absence…is needness and joy, a special fragrance, joy…so real the fragrance…love is a thing in the air, a fragrance that remains after the party in the end of the friends date