Watch your step, dear...

Is it always nice to have a companion? When you are asked to be careful on your steps, and hold your hands along the path…

Will you response it with numbness? Or you just can’t hold part of your heart plays some rhythm.

Have you ever asked the air to swirl close to your ear? Begging to tell the truth and share the fear. Crying together loudly with rain, so one realize you’ve made a victory by hiding what you feel.

When you’ve made a good friend with air and rain, would you please tell me how’s the rhythm played?