what can I do with words

by walterdoege

I can do somethig…I write and the writing are done of words…I read books, and books are done of words…a word is like a brick…a word may be a bridge…last days I’ve been reading more…and I guess I am a writer in the meaning that a writer is also a creative reader…i notice in my writing efforts the echo of my readings…reading is as broad as writing is…I read the nature…I read newspapers…even when I scarcely watch TV, although related to other language…this watching is a form of reading…I can read signs in sky…when I see the moon, yesterday a half silver circle in horizon, the spread of the full pregnant moon, I read this spread of new avenues, new possibilities…I can read signs near the sea…the sea waves, the ups and downs a sailing solitude…what am I?…I am also a word: my name…I am also my body…I am also my heart…I am also my soul…but I am not only these things…I do exist in relation to you, reader…I am somehow the relationship with people…I am a plenty of realities and dimensions…and you too…and we…we are me and you…we are never alone…we can keep trustful our road, longing to a lovely road…a widing road…love ahead…so, we can keep going on confident…at this just first week of this new year…I don’t think I am new…I am the same…and all realities and dimensions we can daily build together, because without you, what can I do with words?