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Why search for an identity? You can live without one, right? False. Living is not synonymous with time moving forward while you haven’t moved a single muscle. Time runs even if you have no identity but life? It can’t start until you’ve found one. On a day when everyone puts their identities on display I am left out of the exhibit “Sorry,” says the museum, “but I only want art that has meaning.” and I suppose that’s fair… Yet as fair as it may be, I still want to be a part of the museum I want to be able to present myself proudly with the other brilliant works of art Tick. Tick. Tick. When Time passes by the museum my heart skips a beat because one day he could decide to shut the establishment down before I’ve had my chance. On a spectrum commonly interpreted as binary where will I fall? Am I plummeting towards my identity or my death? An army of questions are ready to fight and the little clue I have stands no chance. so I pull him back and I keep him close and acquaint him with good ol’ mr. Time. It’s fine that I’m frozen Now that I know that patient time is helping my little clue grow!
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
Identity
Why search for an identity? You can live without one, right? False. Living is not synonymous with time moving forward while you haven’t moved a single muscle. Time runs even if you have no identity but life? It can’t start until you’ve found one. On a day when everyone puts their identities on display I am left out of the exhibit “Sorry,” says the museum, “but I only want art that has meaning.” and I suppose that’s fair… Yet as fair as it may be, I still want to be a part of the museum I want to be able to present myself proudly with the other brilliant works of art Tick. Tick. Tick. When Time passes by the museum my heart skips a beat because one day he could decide to shut the establishment down before I’ve had my chance. On a spectrum commonly interpreted as binary where will I fall? Am I plummeting towards my identity or my death? An army of questions are ready to fight and the little clue I have stands no chance. so I pull him back and I keep him close and acquaint him with good ol’ mr. Time. It’s fine that I’m frozen Now that I know that patient time is helping my little clue grow!
#gender#transgender#identity#non-binary
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astrowizard
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
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