It has been a while.
A long while since I last step foot in this corner.
This was how I started, this was how everything else became a lot more meaningful than of those from the yesterdays.
I woke up with a strong feeling that today was bound to be the day that would break all walls I unintentionally hold up internally. Knowing how always,annoyingly accurate I was,I let things be. There is this thing about leaving to the forces of nature to work its ways that magically motivates me to smile an inch wider, feel my steppings harder on the ground.
I must say Ms. Swift would be just the perfect person to be called my singing diary. Her songs ranging from different storylines, all hit this heart of mine deep. I let her voice sway me through my journey to campus, in the car, on the sidewalks, in between classes. Until this very day, I still am very much amazed with the power of words. What it does to you in just a moment, and how it changes you in an instant.
Flashbacks. They're acessible,well- almost 'too easily' acessible for a reason. Right between those gaps of words I made myself understand, I had them blinding me every now and then. I get pretty disappointed at myself sometimes for being too vulnerable with these, but for some reason, I also knew I needed those distractions. Just to be reminded, just to be aware, so as to never fall back to square one.
They say, worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it gets you no where. So I worried, not. Kept my pace, and continued my journey.
Different faces, different story, different plots, different endings.
This was how it was meant to be. Not the way I wanted to,because, this will make me someone someday. Yes. This.And along the sidewalk with wet pavements and trees by my side, I found myself smiling to the world.
Here's to the aftermath and victory. All that never joined in well, mixed together in one go.
Here's to Ms Taylor Swift, for singing to me today.
You're beautiful every little piece love,
and don't you know your really gonna be someone, ask anyone.
and when you find everything you looked for,
I hope your life leads you back to my front door.
And to John Lemon, for making it all worth fighting for.
Wassalam.
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