poetry and pain

anything shakespeare

me after todd finishes with his poem:

personally when i can't figure something out, i just ask myself

i ask myself every day, why would you leave?

was the pain of life truly so great that the only way out that you could see was to end it?

could our life not have been great? we could have lived, lived forever. woken up every morning with the knowledge that the friendship we had was enough for both of us. we could have run away, away from your father, away from the oppression of society.

we could have run to the woods. we could have lived, lived deliberately, sucked all the marrow out of life, screamed off of tall cliffs where no one could hear us and yet, everyone, somehow, would.

but you left. and so we didn't.

me after todd finishes with his poem:

personally when i can't figure something out, i just ask myself

me after todd finishes with his poem:

ive just completed Tarzan

LIKE

DIDNT DUDE LIVE IN A JUNGLE

AND

tarzan was raised in the jungle

NO razor. NO mirror. NO plumbing.

AND YET, this man is freshly shaved like he has a 9 am corporate internship or smtg istg-

am i expected to believe in talking gorillas but not in a single stray beard hair?

how does he have long luscious hair but NOT EVEN STUBBLE

ive just completed Tarzan

LIKE

DIDNT DUDE LIVE IN A JUNGLE

AND

ive just completed Tarzan