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Little grave robbers

Everyday before I sleep, I tell myself that I’m one day closer to the day I’ve always been waiting for. I’m not sure what the day contains, or even how distant or near I’m from it, but I know that once the day arive, my life would be changed forever. Walls would be broken, discrimination would be eradicated and ignorance would be erased. I just have to be patient enough and survive till the day comes.

I then fill that tiny head of mine with all sort of hopes and dreams. Maybe later I’ll find a bill on the floor.  It could be that I would find a eargasmic indie band on Youtube somewhere this week. It’s possible that my friends will finally understand I really am, and will always be, what I told them I was. Perhaps tomorrow will be the day I’ve been expecting for a long time. And with a bit of luck, I would drift off to a peaceful night of sleep.

But things don’t always work out. Well, not until recently. Sometimes my thoughts would taunt me. They would roar with laughter sounding identical to those of manic clowns. Stabbing furiously into my tiny head, they expose my thoughts to the foul and hideous world. “Ha! Who do you think you are, dreaming for so much when you’re not even worthy enough,” they would jeer, before making away with all my optimism like greedy grave robbers.

Sigh.