by walterdoege

it’s not about solitude…someway I am alone…rigorously, I feel me alone…I get my daily trials for build a good day…for the first time the winter season I feel hard…hard to see the people on the streets wihout a shelter, only papers or plastic bags for surviving…every time I see these people I feel me like them…it’s only a sensation, but there’s one thing in common that is I feel me a survivor…even my writings seems useless…I don’t need visibility, but I miss you, the people that perhaps read what I write here