He's Gray
Not a color but it's really a name that doesn't know colors.
I'm a person with this blindness in color.
I still can see everything, but I only know one thing...
Everything is Gray like my name.
The blindness in color for everything.
Everything is just the same.
For the past 23 years of living. I'm still the same.
Everything changed but not my sight.
I get to many hopes and devastations.
And I know it's really my destiny to hold.
For me the world is not a color of green and blue it's a plain color with a plain purpose.
My life is so hard and so tress to survive.
But I still give my best because I trust.
I trust myself not to give up, not to fall down and not to discourage.
Because it's mine and it's me. Nothing will change.
BINABASA MO ANG
To Him Who Loves The Rain
Non-FictionIt is Between a love or sad story? A romance nor comedy? Not really a fantasy...