June's Holiday Break

A Shadow Town 
What so good bout leaving a 'home'. My holiday? Not much than a sad photograph. That framed inside a small shutter from the camera. A memory that passes through the lens of truth where people could see the truth. I wonder if there is another day for a better tomorrow? Or a better tomorrow? What is holiday actually helps me? Sketching a smile? Being with your beloved family. Running and chasing with your siblings at the park. or maybe. just being there with your love one cuddling each other. Ain't that beautiful and our sunburn comes. No matter how much. Nothing to regret than that single photograph. Framed with a sweet laugh and cry. With emotion. You get to see. The world is touching your heart. Another word I prefer for me saying is,


Jealousy...


In my parent's yard. I used to be that little boy. Who always move around with a broken a leg. I don't care the way I am. I have this handicapped chest here in between my chest and abs. When you put your hand on and take a feel you can feel how not normal is it but hey. It won't make any difference than myself. I'm still me. That guy. The only guy with the name Liz. In this street and town. Maybe there are more but I don't know who. Cause it doesn't matter. It makes no difference cause we are a person. My mom told me how unsuitable I am studying in the class that I not literally deserve to be in but hey. A little warrior kinda need more support. All this warrior received is more like dog. Sometime I wasn't able to control my emotion. I was just guided by my condition. Teacher told me emotion must be control. However, being a teacher isn't hard too but do you actually get everything here? There might be obvious but hey. I don't need advice. Advice shows a sympathy and I don't need that. Its really okay for me.


Appreciation?
In my life dad used to teach me how to keep things like keeping their own wife. I treasure one single gift from got above. Myself... :) ....


Maybe my body or legs aren't perfect there. Maybe my look isn't great enough but hey. I'm being thankful I still be able to live in an average condition. Nobody is perfect right. that would be a life if I say yes. My parents sometime they aren't on my side. Not all the time. They not gonna support literally all my decision. All that matter is the consequence for them. I know it too because I think before I did something. I didn't make a rush on it because I know... I'm slow as a slow walker. And I'm not embarrassed bout my condition anymore. Nothing to be embarrassed of. Its quite more embarrassing to God if we end up found dead at the edge of nothing... A senseless kill. Poor ungodly soul. Not even a pity I'll lay on it. Just I'm touched by the strength and guts to do it. However, it still stupid to think of it.


Its kinda unfair?
Lets think about those without legs and arms? Do they even kill themselves. No because they are still God's great big family. One poor little girl asked......


'What do they use with their legs? If I can use mind and again. I'll work hard to score for another point for the best I can.'


Is it fair for her for suffered hard without even being copied the attitude... Sad wasn't it. Yeah. Totally. Like that little girl.. Sadder... Worse. What if I'm her? Will I ever gonna suffer that way? The morning you got up. Your legs and arms couldn't help you to move. Only your soul... Ain't that pathetic? Ow yeah maybe... but hey. Come think of it. Can you do that. Can you suffer for her respect? Shows that she wasn't alone suffer in pain.


Poor things I heard... Tears over the street. Haunting over the edge of a line. Where you see those people didn't understand you or speak to you. All they could do is tossing a million dollar bill shows no respect than an insult of the status. That poor little thing is still a person. Shows some respect or the others will stand together according to their rank and status. Money ain't about love. Respect... Priceless... 


What is a holiday break? Another rock or sword to break heart worse and worse? Where is the holiday that I can take a break from all the pain and tears? Where is the holiday if my smile is covered by emotion? Where is the holiday... If I couldn't see any melody played free as it suppose to. 


What is a holiday really is?


Nothing much than a sad photograph to be remember. ~ 


"If gun & bullets speak no mercy. Can tears & blood speak no sympathy? " 
Liz~