before he tucked himself into bed
June 19, 2009
the boy closed his eyes, and clasped his hands together.
he saw the faces of people. his family. his friends. people whom he knew many years ago. people whom he had just met the day before. people whom he ate today’s dinner with. people whom he had feelings for. people whom he had slept with. people who’ve hurt him. people whom he knew he’d never see again. people whom he grew up with. people whom he’d brushed shoulders with every day. people who’ve taught him. people whom he was thankful for. people who’ve betrayed his trust. people who’ve made his days better. people who’ve thanked him. people whom he didn’t really like. people whom he had helped. people whom he got help from. people whom he was inspired by.
people who have made the boy the boy he is today, no matter how brief the encounter.
people who were somehow connected to all these people.
as long as the boy could see their faces, he knew they existed.
the only thing that all these people had in common were the smiles on their faces.
he gently brought his clasped hands to his lips.
the boy then drew his blanket and turned off the lights.
maybe he did believe in the Maker after all.
