AWKWARD THOUGHT

In the silence of the night, his mother called his name and he stirred surprise and disturbed. It was as if he was lost in the thought of an hundred years.
The thought of his dad living for the war brought tears down his cheek. All his dad ever said about Jesus, and that he should not for once stop believing that their is a God up there . sometimes the sense of someone saying something bad about Jesus makes him want to do something crazy.
He suddenly became obsessed of harming anyone regardless of who they are, thinking it would be better for them not to exist. He became so contended of wanting to cut off their existence not wanting to know the consequence.
The thought of his mother in the cave of his loneliness brought rage from the inner most part of him. At work his attitude changed towards everyone.
He had finally became something. Somethings only thought could ever give birth to. Perhaps with this he felt as if he was the only one been connected to Jesus. He took every offense defined at last, isolated by all things he could do, an irreducible denominator.
Just before the night ran out, his mind ebbed like wanning tide, exposing thought of murder that will soon be committed to the customer he was attending to. Just as the customer went out, he quickly took an excuse and followed the man outside.
There was no sound anywhere and he quickly realized it was the silence rousing from his thought. There should be a thousand soul walking,some dainty feets hurrying home but instead nothing. His mind held his breathe.
As he got close to the man he quickly brought out a knife and stabbed him. He paused stirred at the set of his knife edge, he had just committed murder. His ear tried to sift the silence, he listen, one hand rubbing absently on his deerhide shirt.
His mother called out his name again, his eyes opened, he was scarcely breathing in the unnatural silence.
It was just an awkward thought!!!