As a little kid, I observed death from a distance
Not death itself, but rather the concept of death.
I wondered why he’s there, I wondered if he’s happy doing what he always does.
He grinned from a distance, slowly shook his head and walked away.
The horror, gosh.
This image lingered for quite some time. It consumed me.
I was lucky enough to find a box that I can lock him in.
And so, I put him in a box and buried it somewhere safe.
Or so I thought.
Years went by, he decided to make an appearance every now and then.
It was stupid of me not to destroy that box in the first place.
I wonder if that was intentional of me.
As I grow older, he grows older with me.
Still grinning from a distance as he always does. That big grin scares the hell out of me.
I wonder why he kept that big grin on. Maybe he thinks it made him look friendly, I don’t know.
If I knew him, I would probably let him know.
That’s creepy, dude. Would you please knock it off?
One day, he decided to take a little step closer, for whatever reasons he might have
Maybe he wants to take a closer look of me
Maybe he wants to let me know that his grin is not as scary as I thought it was
Oh, who am I kidding, it’s still creepy as hell.
Maybe he wants to get to know me better.
Yes, that must be it.
He smiled, nodded and turned away.
And there I was smiling politely with an open box in my hand.
Looking at the ground I realized something.
It was not him who decided to take a step closer. I guess it was me.
