My name is death. I am not what you think I am. You cannot see me, but I’m always there. Just behind you, just beside you, one step ahead of you. I like to sit next to old men on park benches, and follow little children riding their bikes home. Every night while you sleep, I’m digging through your house. Everything you hear isn’t true. I do not wear black, and do not carry a blade, I do not have horns. I am not a bad person, but I am not good either. Apparently taxes and I are the only things that are certain in life, this is incorrect. I am the only certain in your life, in everybody’s life.
