"14 IS THE NUMBER" ; ZIERRYFOURTEEN.BLOGSPOT.COM

Friday, November 21, 2008 | 11:47 PM

It’s just me and Mr Radio here in my room spending my time with thin air.

What’s left in my mind is just, B-L-A-N-K.
It has always been this way when I am all alone at home.
Like an orphan, in fact without them I looked like one.
Because all I have is just me, my loved ones, and my life.

I was all happy this morning till I was on my way home.
I realized everyone is gone, away from home.
What’s left is all a boy, a teenager, a student, a son, a brother all alone at home.
Sitting by his laptop thinking about how his weekend could be better.

He stayed strong, holding on to the most difficult struggle.
Which is to be all alone at home, it is not that he couldn’t stand it.
There’s a negative value to what had happened to him in history.
A story which will never forget who he was, or what he was in the past.

He found someone who could make him so happy,
he found someone who could make him so joyful,
he found someone who could make him so enlightened,
and he found someone who was called his very own “love”

That changes his life,
which turned him to be a better person understanding the world.
How the world revolves around many different kinds of people,
the blacks, the whites.
They are all equal, having the same concentration coloured of blood which is red.

He smiles, trying to find the best way to live life the best way.
Time passes through, he only found one way.
That one way was to…..

To live life the best way treating respect to everyone and accepting everything that happens to him.