talking to the walls

by walterdoege

this is a sensation I do have when writing…in a rainny and stormy day…I begin to read some writing at loud voice…I’ve read to the four walls of my personal house side…and it was not a soliloquy not a form of trouble in my mouth…the solely listening of my own voice turned on my own writing in a reading moment…not as a echo…sometimes I feel I write to no one, but it is an illusion…perhaps the dreams are addressed only for me, but who is the author of a dream?…I read at loud voice some wandering handwriting that recorded some dreamnight…and at a tiny instant…I take the notes and read to the walls…and I could hear the sounds of a tough silence…and my voice sounded clearly…anyway…if I write for me…I am also reading for you