riansuzini

Lighted days are not that sober. I take my steps easily as I glide along that narrow and steep alley.

I was never guided. When I stumble, I slip easily.

I figured a hand stretched and asking me to take a hard grip...and I did...then I stood up. I brushed the dirt off my skirt.

It never went away. It won't till I wash it by the time I'll be home.

He does not care if I'm looking petty in my countenance. He just wants to lend me the moment.

Then we walked away.