You might have heard ‘the past’ as an answer for “What is the most distant thing in life?“ Quite a wise one for such delicate question. It’s delicate because I know you are unable to turn it into a yes/no question. It’s delicate because you are unable to limit the answer.
Distance is incredibly bold and the past is infinite.
You might, as well, have heard my name as an answer for “what is the closest thing in life?” Yes. It is me. I’m in front of your door. I might knock, I might not. I’m closer than closest because there’s no inch to step away, not even a blink to delay.
You are too little for distance, too slow for time. You are hopeless and you can’t run.
Yours, Death
BW 
make it book. I’ll buy it. nothing can beat the awh-someness of pun
I wish my writing could be published as book. Maybe, later, hope so :)