In each other’s silent agendas, we scheme for what we called future.
Talking what’s best and what’s better, forgetting the rule of enjoying the coast line.
Take a breath and take this hand.
For many years to come, this hand will make you remember what is like to be young and fragile.
To be reckless and scared.
To be old and dangerous.
Take a breath and take this hand.
We never sure of what’s better, but you are ready for the rollercoaster or the slow bike riding.
Take a breath and take this hand.
Somewhere in the middle, you might take detour and be exhausted for all the soap opera.
This time, take a long breath and take these two hands.
This time, let’s enjoy the scenery and the total silence between them all.