Silent Heart

Melts My Heart

jerryluke — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 13:40:36 +0000

He never fails to melt my heart. His smile, his voice, his intonations, his eyes, his nose, his lips, his laughters… they melt my heart.

Because I see myself in him, as in Luke, not Van Hansis.

How I wish I had someone like him in real life to trust and love.

One of the Most Difficult Things to Do

jerryluke — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 16:52:09 +0000

One of the most difficult things to do when being a gay is telling somebody you love the simple cliche words: I love you. Fears of rejection and friendship damage would just burst immediately in your heart, shaking you in convulsive shivers that makes you want to just shut up and forget about confessing. Somehow you would just tell yourself that it would be better to keep things as they are than tell that person your feelings.

And trust me, it’s really, really, really, really that difficult. It is worse than telling your girlfriend you cheated on her, because people would just freak out when they know somebody they’ve mingled with is a gay, or in other words, a freak.

But for gays, there are times when it’s too bad – life’s cruelty.

People might reason that God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, and anything other than nature is perverseness, and is worthy of reproach. Not that I’m begging to differ; I just want to say that as much as people hate being around freaks, there are times when gays just hope there would be more accepting people, not judgmental ones.

It’s not wrong to be different.

A Reason to Live

jerryluke — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 17:33:35 +0000

There are many things in life we yearn for, particularly love. Yet, many a times this strong emotion drives us from the end of unrealistic thoughts of hugs and kisses to the other side of negativism that begins to drive us crazy. Is this really what life is all about?

I have begun this blog for only a reason – to live. Here, finally, I can freely tell the world of my orientation. Yes, you guessed it, I am gay.

Going through a life of difficulty and stress, I need to have somewhere to speak of my heart, my silent heart. I am not an outspoken person; I do not have excellent eloquence or persuasion. But I have a heart – one that honestly cherishes those whom I cherish.

This would be a place I speak my silent heart. This would be a place I sing my silent songs. This would be a place unspoken words reverberate throughout the heavens, resonating about the realms of the unknown. This would be my reason to live.

I give you – Silent Heart.