create

you, the source of delight, my friends, are that voice which never ceases, which always rain over me, never letting me be absorbed in dryness.It needs great strength to turn my faces from you, to look at anything else, a book or any other work of art.When you live here, walking the dream holding your precious love in bright eyes, it's always you my near human harts that i reads.
when do i read the print?
not when my mind is loaded, noisy.
I talk to the print more than listen.
i never let it say anything.
All the efforts these days are put in making it possible to listen to letters.
So much lonely a place in heart is needed for that
I'm searching for that inner space where i never meet you all.
And not just to be there, but to enjoy,
never be suffocating.
just another for of creativity.