Queer lights
A life in darkness. Without the image of a future to hope for. Without the color to dream.
This is what I resigned myself to, this is what I thought my whole life would be.
And suddenly. Queer lights.
I saw it, I saw where I was, I saw the landscape surrounding me. I saw where the light came from. It's not visible anymore, but I knew where it came from, where I had to go to find it again.
I walk, I walk, and slowly, the pure darkness starts to give.
Black forever behind. Everything gains color, everything, at first, grey, then slowly, brighter and brighter, color start to cling to things. From a black world to a grey world, from a grey world to a gay world.
I can see, I can finally see. Where I'm going, where I'm from. I'm so glad. I finally understand, I finally can dream, I can look forward, I can hope.
It took so long. The queer light, only after 31 years in pure darkness did I see it. If I had seen it earlier, I would have not gone through so much pain, I would have had much more energy, I would have loved and cared for so many people. People I went right past without seeing.
Today, I can see them. I think society is much better off from my happiness, from my ability to see and help. A happy society requires happy people.
Why did society shield me away from the queer light for so long? It's so cheap to show the light, it's so enriching for people to see the light. Why keep it from me? Why make it scarce when it's so abundant?
We should be generous with the light, we can give, people need it, therefore it is our duty to give.
Never should anyone be shrouded in darkness for so long, everyone should have the opportunity to see the queer light. No one deserves darkness.