the girl who loves jogging ...

there was once this girl ... who loved to jog and work hard ... she often felt tired and exhausted but her life needed to be sorted ... everyday, she wakes up before the sunrise and with just a spoon of honey ... she get ready and set off to her journey ... sunset witnessed her passion and commitment .. and because life deprived her from performing the feminine cute curtsy she had to get her body sweaty and all stinky ... she jogs until she run out of her breath ... when everybody walked over the shallow ground she was aiming for the depth .. and if you asked when this journey of her will end? .. she'll respond " it's never meant to end " ... now I'm not a fortune teller nor can predict the future ... but one day when this girl rise her sweaty palms up in the sky and when white flags of victory fly high ... when her hot skin get greased by the wet green leaves and when her feet feel numb and her chest wheeze ... she'll catch that little thread of red and cross it over her body ... that girl will be happy and she'll sing farewell to a past that was so trashy ... and for the record .. that's not the finish line .. it's the start of a beautiful dream .. not the one she can attain in her sleep ... but one that she can grasp it with her hands and it'll never seep ...