Dear Demon,
I think the best of you; yet you constantly think the worst of me.
I cannot speak to you proactively, approach you commonly: I don't want to, nothing more; nothing less. But you hate me for this. How do you get from here to there; from peace to hate? Your very presence next to me is all the communication I require; I can view your physical actions, and compare them to mine, this allows me to understand what you do, what you like and who you are: you do nothing but bounce a ball, well isn’t that what you like? You rock on your chair, twirl your pen and hum beautiful tunes to yourself; whilst doodling interesting objects – some are not even of objects that exist…cool! You like balance – testing your body to its gravitational limits, hopefully improving its hand eye coordination, make noise that’s soothing to the ears to counterbalance the overwhelming pain that those cars cause; imagining what isn’t by testing your imagination to the creator’s (whoever whatever whenever that is/was). Hey, you’re a pretty cool person, you’ll notice I like staring into the void; yeah, it’s not as lucid as the things you’re doing, but I’m trying to find something that’s held within nothing; much like how you draw objects that don’t exist, hum tunes that have no notes, testing gravity that’s invisible to the eye. We’re quite similar! We’d make good friends…. Why do you walk away from me, call me names that I wasn’t named, throw things at me that I don’t like catching? You’re not peaceful? What…. Your actions were very peaceful, friendly and happy until your face and actions changed, from a multitude of peaceful meanings to the painted on demon in a second…. I know the demon, but you weren’t one! How is that possible…a chameleon changes colour when there’s a threat, I’m not a threat! You must see that: if I were a threat you wouldn’t see it; you’d be shot through the heart from my longbow and your last image of this world would be my eyes as I gently cut your throat – your flesh would sustain me for weeks…. You’re not a boar, so I’ll never be a threat to you; not even if you were a boar, society provides us with plenty of food.
Demon, what did I do to deserve this treatment? We were going to be friends!
Daniel