most of the time

by walterdoege

most of the time I can write…a little bit…to share some impressions, sentiments, perceptions…to break silence…wondering writings…wandering writings…I don’t know why I do write in English idiom…I regret regarding my English literacy…this lack regarding skill literacy don’t prevent me to read, but to write…today I’ve read so impressive and amazing posts…from so beloved friends at blogging space…and this reading help me to track some writing…track this monday…the weather is moist and hot…I try to keep cool…its hard to me hot days…its hard to me to say goodbye to autumn and winter days and nights…I know my soul is inhabited with winter feeling…and autumn sentiment…but spring arrived…and I can solely be in charge of myself…control my hard task to face with gratitude each day…each bit of that so tiny perception of time…to don’t waste time…to spend time wisely…most of the time I can write…I come here…when I fall in blue…and when I feel joy…the writing craft is not an expression of solitude…a writer is not a professional of solitude, although in solitude I can write here…the off line writing is tough task…here even when writing hard, its sweet