She

Even when she's not saying anything, she hears everything better than I'll ever understand my own thoughts. She gives me sense and knowledge about the stairway that leads us upwards.

Without moving, her hand forms a shield around mine. A shield to protect me for the times I'll be falling.

Even though she looks up, I feel her gaze never leaving me. Being and walking together sounds like something to long for, but falling together sounds like balance, while everything's collapsing.