She was panting from her nightly run. She needed it, to run and exhaust herself. She didn’t feel productive seated in front of her desk doing petty tasks all day. She hasn’t been able to think straight for a while now and whenever she runs, she feels like a different person. She feels a sense of freedom. It takes her to a different place. She can’t hear all those running engines moving right pass her. She no longer feels she’s in the city. She takes off her glasses and while everything is a blur, she finds the clearest vision of light, clouded but she feels alright. Trying to catch her breath, she sings on top of her lungs, never did she care about people who might hear her. Well, when did she ever think about anyone else other than herself, anyway. She keeps running, running until she can no longer feel her legs. Run until her heart beats louder than the music she plays. She abruptly halts. She wants to know how much she can take, how far she can go . When she had enough, you’ll find her seated at the corner of a crossroad, watching with a blank stare. Opens her water bottle and takes a sip. Set it between her legs, stretches her arms, slightly arch her back and tilts her head. She’ll adore the brightness of the moon yet examines the sky and looks for her stars. She bites her lower lip to hide her smile, closes her eyes and whispers, “It’s not that far.. it's still the same sky, right?”.