glass slippers

i just realized i have been holding on to a pair of delicate glass slippers. these are not mine, mind you.

it was left to me; from that ball, sometime in the past.

i have grown tired and weak of having madiens try them on, for i know they wouldn’t fit anyone of them. although some would’ve pretended that it did.

it’s crazy when you are running around with a pair of shoes for other people to fill in. too much details, too many biases.

it’s even more crazier when people think of you as a prince when you are not.

you are meek and vulnerable and miserable and normal as everyone else, and you’ve got this ghost of a person without a face that you’ve been running after.

it gets really tiring, and very cold.

midnight na naman.