I, Guy K, had purchased a closet eleven years ago and I wished it wasn't going anywhere. It roped itself onto my fear and insecurities, and I gladly let it happen. Unfortunately, it has worn out after comforting me during the deluge of denial, heartbreaks, and the lurking malicious shadows that would taunt me time to time. It protected me and hid me from the cruel side of the world, but I am financially unstable to buy another.
I was a guy who lived with his parents who kissed the ground of the church.
A guy who lived up to their expectations.
And being as Guy I didn’t want to disappoint them.
Because I am a gay Guy.
And I don’t think I could hold it any longer once it breaks.
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