Where is the wolf

Where is the wolf?

She looks under the desk, under her bed, she couldn’t find her wolf.

Where is the wolf?

She asks her friends, her family, her lover, but she couldn’t find her wolf.

Where is the wolf?

She searches on the road, searches in her laptop, searches in her heart, she couldn’t find her wolf still.

Where is her wolf? she asks.

She writes down her question, and the wolf comes out from her fingers.

“I’m here.” The wolf says, “Keep writing. Don’t look, don’t ask and don’t search. Your fingers can make the sound of piano, I will hear you whenever you write. Keep writing, I’m always here with you.”