Chaos and disturbances always struck us therefore wherever and whenever we step our feet on the ground, there's something in our veins that yearn for serendipity in our highs and lows; which is softness that work both in rural and urban in every day of our lives. I find comfort in the rural with the smell of freshly baked cinnamon bread, saltiness of a calm ocean,  fully - grown crops and trees; the fascinating sight of beach waves and clouds behind the hills; the warm breeze of air that welcomes me like home; the sound of tweeting birds and the waves of the ocean that moves my heart and soul. These remind me that I can camouflage with them when I need to breathe out the blocks on my heart and breathe in the wonderful scenery vibe that consoles my humanity. I want to live in the middle of the ocean  and float there forever whilst watching the darkness invades the light and sun-rays overpower the darkness. I find comfort with the sound of busy streets of urban whilst I am in the one of the highest floor levels of a building; the sounds of horns of every rushing car, in hurry footsteps, radio stations on air, dinner with an orchestra and popping popcorn; the sight of dancing city lights, and fast moving cars. These tell me that I'm not the only one that the world gives earthquakes and tsunamis. It makes my soul float with the clouds and hear the rhythm of disturbances of every one's fighting soul - so my soul can keep up. It consoles my heart that I'm not the only one who is in a battlefield. It makes me braver to marvel my life because the sound of urban makes me feel I'm not the only one who is struggling with the world that revolves endlessly and squeezes me out - trying to leave me red -handed.
in my softness 0.2, ab.p.
