She always thought about her youth to be running away into the streets while holding tightly onto his hand as they become breathless, running out of air. It would have to be about standing in the middle of the road, screaming her lungs out, and letting out her juvenile emotions. It was about being whole as a living despite of being dispersed like a smoke out of a rolled cannabis as it floats into the atmosphere. It was all about her and her peers sitting on the roadside curb, watching car lights flashing by their curious eyes. Her life may not have been a perfect tale, but she was a free heron for she soared above the earth amidst the catastrophe.
