autobiography matters anytime

by walterdoege

I don’t know why do I write…somehow to fix my path…somehow to help track my own pace…I write for you…and you can write too…in so many forms…be a diary, avulse writings…and more than to keep building my identity, I write for share love and joy…to share these writing weaving…that third skin…the words…the phrases…the text…the texture…the cloths…the dresses…we need food…we need shelter…we need the share of our common home…loveland…please, don’t think so much…take all easy…don’t waste time…just spend the time joyously…together…listen the love…reasons to smile…reasons to play and share some laugh…that spontaneous joy expression…reasons to some get together…and friendship is a lovely gift…friends are  rare birds…I stay close to friends…friendship is a rare and worthy gift…fulfilling my life with rare love fragrances…friendship is home…my friendly writings is my gratefulf share