i'm rachelle gil b. pangilinan.
"The jester looked up and smiled. The obvious traces of make-up provided a perfect facade for his never ending sadness. Him being a jester, this is his best joke or prank yet. Everybody was being fooled and it brought him material sufficiency. There was a catch though, in performing this joke. His chances of ever showing real emotion are now bleak. The mirror of his emotions is now all fogged up and usually misunderstood. No one saw the times when he was sad; they always saw his happy times. This was due to their being blind to other emotions of the jester. Oblivion was their impairment and the jester was the burdened. But that's also because they did not that the jester's sad times were of existence. What they knew was that the jester was always the jolly one, even in times where frowns are all the rage.
Tears streamed down the jester's face and ruined his make-up. He quickly re-applied some but to no avail.
He realized that he may be the reason for all of his internal suffering..."
that is, sometime, how i truly feel.
