I tried not to get involved back then because I don-t like getting involved. I bruise easily, even if it-s such a detached thing, detached from my day to day real life that is.
Just like when Hide died. How many of us out there cried ourselves to sleep and smiled when we found pink spider earrings in a shop one day, bought them then sat on a bench and cried again?
I didn-t want to get involved or think about it more than I should have, so I ignored it, over and over and minded my own business because I am good at ignoring things. I wasn-t there and that wasn-t happening.
But...
Call it silly, call it childish.
From Seoul to New York to Brazil and Montreal, Paris and Phillipines. All gathered up and ready, going for it. I am sincerely touched of how we come together in times like these, it almost restores my hope in the world, or at least our generation. Maybe it-s just me taking it to another level, I don-t know, but I could almost feel good thinking about the future because we don-t fight with weapons and insults, we don-t scream or hurt anyone, just gather up post its on walls to write our thoughts on and come together...and dance.
Against prejudice and ignorant attacks.
I wanted to keep away from it all back when it happened. I didn-t want to see it, I wasn-t there and it wasn-t happening, I ignored it thoroughly, I didn-t want to believe any of it.
I kept on saying: I am not one of them, I am not one of them, I don-t care.
I am, but it-s just safer for me to think I am not.
But I could only hold back for so long I suppose, so I-ll get up and work my arms until I manage to hold up and do my thing and I-ll dance again, but this time for a purpose.
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