Here I am again.

Standing between truths and dreams. Fears and hopes.



Yesterday I accompanied a girl who is researching about coming out process in gay community. What are their motivation, and what impacts are waiting ahead.

There was a silent moment. When I suddenly ask myself.

What coming out really is?

Is it about telling someone else about yourself?
Or is it more about being honest to yourself, about who you are?


Staying in the closet, is like living in a matches box.

Small and dark.


You know that the truth is out there. And you don't have the courage to face it.


To get out of that fucking box,
is to face the truth.


A mirror is waiting for you once you step your feet out.

And there you go. Facing your own image. Looking deep inside your own eyes.
Make up stuffs are not provided. You won't be able to hide any ugly pimples, or birthmarks, or blemishes.


Right behind the mirror, millions of eyes are waiting for you. Glared.

And you feel so small, so weak...


But it is never about showing people on how far you can go and how strong you can stay.



You just have to show yourself.



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