DAY 1

The night spoke of a new beginning, one in which the sun would rise to kiss a new year, and it would smile at its new lover, for things would be good, and it would shine even brighter. Well, maybe not so brighter, for it is already so hot here already. But when the ever-resplendent glow reflects through the crack of your window, when the spiralling warmth courses over your skin, you would know that it is time, and you would get up to work. The clergyman told me that I would be walking into unexpected open doors. I reach out for the first one, which is life into the first day, and I breathe and smile, for I have made it. The other doors are lined up, each without a door knob, for there is nowhere to place it. It is just a matter of little time. My faith does a little dance, and it whispers the beautiful words in my ears. Soon it would metamorphose from what it is already into a reality, and I can't wait. It told me of its excitement, and I shared it as well. Then the sacrificial lamb was taken to the slaughter house. I watched it as it struggled for its life as steel was put to its throat, and passed through it till the sharp flat came out at the back. Everyone laughed and was joyous. Murder, I think? Well, it cannot be classified as so, but I think it to be that anyways. I have a pain in my tooth. Father says it is wisdom teeth, a new one to be added to my ever-browning collection. I wondered why it had to be so painful, even to swallow my spittle hurt so much. Father said. "Learn from the mouth, for it speaks without words to tell you that positive growth is not without its pains." I am not sure I learned so much from that, except that it still hurt even after the painkillers, and I could only stare as they shared the sacrificial lamb amongst themselves; their teeth tearing at its flesh. Well, I didn't want it anyways, I didn't want to be a part of the murder, or did I? I'm very sure I didn't want to, but the spittle dropping from my mouth as I watched them didn't concur. Sadly, sometimes we aren't just in control.

There are friends and there are destiny helpers, I'm glad to say that I am blessed with both. He came around and everything changed. We brought forward the past and relieved the memories. Soon they were back where they belonged. We called for present, and he was only too happy to answer, for he had been there all the while. He told us where future was lurking, hiding and waiting in the shadows, and that was where we went, and we pitched our tents there, and shared drinks, and talked till the day began to die, and we had to part ways once more and again. And then my engine was refuelled, my energy reenergized, my mentality refurbished, my focused tuned, and I knew what I wanted.

At the church today again, for the second time, this time I couldn't keep awake, even as much as I wanted to. I didn't even listen to what the clergyman said again. I think he said the same thing he said earlier, or even newer, I cannot tell. We took our blood covenant and we were anointed. At that time, I couldn't grasp the significance or the essence, but in the comfort of my room, I see something beautiful that we did, a new faith, I think.

Back at home again, I finally ate, substantial food, and sweet too. This one needed not that I used my teeth, it was provided for father, and he shared with me. I was happy. Then I went to lift others, went to do that which gives me joy, went to help my friends win. When I was done, I lay down to rest, the body was spent, and as much as I wanted to drag it on, it asked me politely that I have pity on it, and I did. Nestling in the softness, easing away all awareness, pushing away reality, sinking into the boy the dreamer, now tell me, has sleep ever sounded more beautiful.