she rode the bus and realized she's insane.

The breeze of the hot summer and the dancing cottony clouds dozed her off to sleep. The very same ones that blew her eyes open to see the noon’s sky. They will forever remind her of the things she painfully dreams of while her body starves for the salty seawater and the roughness of the sand grains. With this, she discovered two things as she rode the bus home:

(1) that this 24 year-old petite girl is still so much prone to her childhood tantrums whenever things failed to go her way. Still encountering the very same nausea and lameness of the leg-muscle that results to a futile tendency of continuous kicking, until everything around is broken.

The only difference: Today, there’s no one to assure her that everything will be alright, only her own fragile self. That’s why she needs to fight her demons desperately, so as to prove appropriate maturity suitable to her kind of age, and;

(2) that this girl, hurt and pained, is still capable of embracing life’s beauty. Of laughing and understanding every inch of its intricacy. and that makes her happy.