a first time walking back home from university on a late cold night. missed the last bus because of debriefing after a late event. i was the last to leave. and alone. holding a emoji-like cardboard box. sleepyhead in mind. i walk back home on a misty ghostly night. distance was okay. a straight line road and a small hill to climb. the road was unusually quiet. such a weird "surprise". playing my phone and replying chats with different types of emoji as i walk. yet i kept a emotionless expression. there was a man standing under the only lamppost ahead. back facing towards me. i walk past the man. he stopped me. and said, "young man, is the box smiling or no?". i said, "it's a grimace emoji.". i can't see his face despite standing under the lamppost. but i didn't bother further. then he said, "so is it smiling?". i looked down at my phone. the grimace emoji is smiling. so i said, "yes?". then he said while smiling. "yes, pain is happiness it is." he started laughing. in the middle of the night. i freaked out. bone chilled and started to walk away. "enjoy your pain!", "grimaceman will condemn you!" were heard loud and clear as i was walking away. all the way i was still confused about the smiling grimace emoji. after climbing the small hill, a grim reaper with a mace stopped me. "I like your face." he said. it was the man. i was scared and ran as fast as i can. the grimace emoji on the box started to change. into my face. petrified. i look towards the nearest car screen. my face..my face. has turned to a grimace emotion. i can't scream. i can't move my face. the box with my face was collected by the man. and i finally saw his face. it was...my face. that night, i was left with a grimace face and a cardboard box. that night, i was trapped by the grimaceman. condemned with a pain in happiness. that night, i were killed by not appreciating my own face.
an open body with a closed head.
grimace - an ugly, twisted expression on a person's face, typically expressing disgust, pain or wry amusement.
"why is grimace emoji smiling anyway?"
she was my type of taste that suits me so well. i always walk all the way to the national stadium just to see her. i dreamt about her every day. her cool appearance, long hair and dreamy eyes. best in visual during sports in the national stadium. time to man up. as i approach her, with a smile, saying the magic word, "hi". feeling kinda creepy, totally not a time for my ultimate pick up lines. so i introduced myself and i said, "wanna hang?". she was kind, which adds one more attribute to my checklist. i knew that she's a tourist from our conversation. i felt so blind, not knowing that she's actually a russian spending her gap year in malaysia. of course she said yes to my "wanna hang?". i decided to plan out something like a two days trip for her. with my skill in social, i think i got this date out for sure. but
"you never know"
she's a riddler and rhymer. a complicated mastermind. to be exact. she gave me a riddle to guess which …
bunch of homosapiens. fear from murders, crime and terrorism. a game seems like the hunter and the hunted. not hunted by criminal, murderer nor terrorist. but by words. bunch of homosapiens with the ability to kill. pushing air out through the mouth using the lips. so deathly. so easy. so easy to understand. we can't be deaf by choice. but we can be mute by choice. just like a stab. stabbing in front. or stabbing behind the back. doesn't even matter in my stand. the world is already at war. an underlying war with words. the impact is showing. depression. suicides. regret. homosapiens can be so vulnerable. killed in the midst of fear. kill me dear homosapiens. and congratulations. you killed yourself. with words. regret. trauma. don't kill me dear homosapiens. because "no offense" is not the savior of everything.
"the talkative was now mute"
"death is mute"
"killing your own kind"
"words that kill"
he's in love with your light. blinded by the light and hurt by your light.
he gained false hope by the shining light. went for the bulb. and suicide.
she think she has nothing to do with her light. unintended. and never meant to attract with her light.
she never knew.
there was a switch
to close the light.
to stop the false hope.
to prevent a broken heart.
to stop unintended love story.
"or you never wanted it to end, nor start?"
maybe she didn't love the start nor the end, only the middle.
maybe he love her everything, but in vain.
when tried turns tired
he will close the switch himself.
and live again.
"to stop giving false hopes and prolong rejection"