me?, a blogger?

by walterdoege

I don’t know…perhaps one of the few perceptions is that here I can tell a fairy tale, but each day I wake up I feel I wake up in a dream…daydream, nightdream…a dream in relation to which I’m not the author…I’m the author of few things…I’m the author of my choices…and my ever choice is joy, the most strong parfum of love…love is feeling…no explanation…no reasoning…just a feeling, and nothing more to understand, but just feel…I just feel love…one love…our common love…our common share of loveliness…that’s my experience…one love, and no explanation…I don’t write about love…I try to share one love…am I a blogger?, it does not matter…a dreamer?…a writer…writing my impressions of keep on going on through the loving road…I’m a lover…roll on, loving road…and lead me within