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Life (day by day)

11:08 p.m. / 2002-01-19

Isn't it weird when everyday of your life feels like every other day and you have deja vu 7 days a week. Three years ago it all started. My sexuality came out, literally. I was working at a department store called "Lazarus". I had a horrible day and I felt Like wasn't going anywhere and I was decending into the ground while everyone was throwing dirt on to me. It didn't help that it was everyone I loved doing it. When I came out to my parents they were quick to dismiss it and I was quick to give up. Now everyday of my life has been a circle and I have had to deal with being gay, trying to understand where my friends and family are coming from, and even trying to break all ideals of being gay. On this day three years and a month from when I broke down and gave all of myself to the world I still find it hard to wake up and smile and say Hey I am gay and that is ok. Life is so stressing sometimes and I wonder why even wants to wake up to the morning sun shine and watch the stars under a midnight sky. So I have decided to write a poem about deja vu and how hard life is. Maybe there is already a poem for it but it wasn't told by me so I am sure it isn't as interesting.

"Waking up to another day just like those before. I wonder why people are enlightened to wake up and watch the morning sun set and why people can even enjoy the day. Dream life is so much better. Dreams takes all the pain away in your life and can even make all your thoughts a reality for a moment in time. Instead of enjoying that I woke today just to see if I was missing anything. I woke up gay, happy and the day seemed to be just like I start it any other day. The day still ended in the same way it began. Just like everyday before that, boring me into sleep. I went to work and my fingers are raw to the touch. My body is aching and my mind roaming and here I am right back where I started. Life. I began to wonder if this is how life is and if we just repeat one day everyday for our entire life. Actions, place and people changing but our life staying the same. Days upon days I will wake and except myself and perhaps my life will diverge from this path that is cut out for me and I will live. I will taste the sweet dew of the mornings on my tongue, sit by the stream sumerged in thought and maybe just maybe I will take your hand and go where you want me to. (Happiness is in spontanaity, order only holds you back from learning about yourself.)"

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