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Some men say that the common source of vexation for them is women.
However, for me, my vexation has always been death.
I am alive today to tell the tale.
I died as a fish and woke up as a man
that is the tale
the rest of the story are depictions that are supposed to move all of you.
When I was a fish, I lived in a bowl
a circular, shiny substance from hell
. That was what vexes all the fish
aside from the fact that the fate of most of them could end up in your dining
table
if most of you were wondering
it was rather silly of me to eat a fish
so i don't
Now that I'm a man,
what vexes me is where the hell i am going to end up someday.
If I died, what am i going to be next? A tree?
A butterfly?
Now that I'm a man, I can love.
I remembered the woman I have extremely loved.
She encouraged me to write.
"You have a knack for it, love," she said
I have this journal, you see.
I had poems, short stories that didn't have an ending, and such.
when i told her
that I didn't want to share it to the public or publish it, she asked me why
and I actually didn't know what to say after that
I kept on disagreeing with her, thinking that it was completely ridiculous that
somebody somewhere would even want to read my writing
and then she told me to write openly
and so i did
And when I did, I thought about her.
I thought that love could be easily mistaken as any strong feeling you could
feel and describe
whether it's positive or negative
Could anyone actually capture the meaning and nature of love?
i don't believe so
Because love, when written, will become a mere fantasy; when painted, will
become a mere imagination
And then she asked me,
"What is love, then?"
I looked at her
and told her, "I'm quite sure I'm looking
at it
After that, she threw a *** fish on my face and told me how beautiful I am.
And now, she's lying here in front of me.
Will she wake up as a fish?