Ophelia was an immigrant
a victim of a businessman,
who sacrificed her dignity for his sexuality.
With divine consent like an angel
she escaped from India.
I consider myself a person, who considers a person’s personality more than their race, sexual orientation, decisions in life. I have found myself confronted with a weird dilemma. Should I now also tolerate the people who don’t tolerate any of the things that I do?
To be honest I don’t think so, because I don’t like their personality.
I don’t love myself. Realizing that is heart breaking.
Just as heart breaking as seeing someone you love, not loving you the way you wish they would.
Even sadder still is seeing someone you love not loving themselves, because from a far you can see how much there is to love.
Light of my life.
But I have to be my own hero as there is no one else, who could be that for me.