| an essay.
I hate how the world repays an outpour of generosity and soul with a mire-load of shit. I hate how giving has to be labelled being too self-sacrificial, or bluntly, being a doormat. All I ever did was to love, and all the outpour ever was was a manifestation of that love. And all that I wanted was for someone to receive my love with open arms, and perhaps be loved in return. And instead, what do I get? A label. The doormat. Forever fettered by a social construct so distorted that it is now a crime to be generous, that to love with a prodigal outpour of soul and heart and mind and body was condemnable by a life sentence of misery and melancholy, with little to no chance of ever getting parole. What's worse is this is who I am. A condemned Serapio. And if I will be true to myself, it looks as though I will be living the rest of my life in this cold and damp jail cell. |
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| tangina nitong disyembre ko |
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| hi xanga, i think it's that time of the season again that i'll be seeing you frequently. whoopee!
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