let it come

Let the wind tell you my story
the story of a falling trust
the story of a broken inside
and the story of someone trying to be

Let the rain fall and break my skin
a skin torn by stones
a skin torn by sticks
a skin that can't take anymore

Let the fire burn my dreams
let it spread the ashes
let it spread them away

And let the mirror tell you who you are
let it break you apart
let it use the mask that covers your face

KT Tunstall always brings me back to a point in my life I remember very very clearly: the first year I applied for UWC.
"...if only, you could hear me now...",
"...you're the other side of the world to me...",
"...suddenly I see, this is what I want to be..."

I remember I saw myself daydreaming about walking in the woods near Pearson College, experiencing the cold that I'm so fond of, and looking at the nature around, thinking of the life I'd let in Guatemala, but smiling.

- Now that I think back of it, I realize I always saw myself walking alone, never with other people. -

Maybe I got used not to take things for granted. Now I wonder if deep down I really choose to be alone.

Then there's also the happiness that drew smiles on my face those days, when I talked to my parents about it, to my friends, everytime I passed a stage of the selection process, everything.

We choose to forget the things that hurt us, I heard somewhere. I can remember exactly the brick in my stomach and how heavy it was when I found out I had been eliminated. I remember the lights on in the studio, and it's as if I could remember seeing myself from the back. Then I remember "seeing" myself telling my dad I didn't get in.

But when KT Tunstall rings, those daydreams are all that come back to my head.

I remember the 2nd year less than I do remember how i felt the first time, as in like a first time love, or when you discover something - a new artist in my case for example - and then you just want to listen to them over and over and over again.

And here I am, sitting in my room 2 years (plus) later laughing at what Gargee says and shows me and listening to Akash's thoughts on the 3rd term after I asked him about it.

It happened!

Now I just need to sleep, and I'll wake up in India.