Bread

What if you knew everyone's name? And faces. And life. And what grade they got on that really hard test for English two weeks ago?
What if you knew nothing. But you knew so much, you were the walls or shadow. But the line that separates dark from light. But no one knew you. The slight acknowledgement, slightly nodding to yourself that you helped that person with a dead friend. Or saved someone's life?
I know. I don't know. But, what if?

Seth Alexander Geek
A boy made of dreams, and wishes, and knowledge
A man made of hurt, and loss, and wisdom