"Some things are the way they are and words just can't explain"
I'm not very good at English. Not really.
I fake it very well, but there will always be several times in a day when I turn to someone and ask for help explaining whatever it is in English.
Of course there are the things that can't be spoken because the words don't yet exist. I like those.
Sometimes I wish that so many things did not lie between us dark and unspoken.
Coiled and resting.
Terrifying in their reality.
Go go go said the bird
for humankind cannot bear very much reality.
My winters are full of a bright and gut-wrenching happiness as I wait for a summer that I know I don't really want.
I only think that maybe I shall escape the inevitable burning of the next one.
Wasn't I talking about my inability to use English? I think that's what I was doing. I speak differently from most of the people I know. I don't dislike the obvious, but I certainly prefer subtle. Shades of meaning and to say the most important things in the spaces between words.
Because really.
I'm just Asian like that.
*rolls eyes*
Wouldn't it be nice to court or be courted while exchanging haiku rife with symbolism?
To flirt and meet eyes while knowing that a single flutter of a fan could be the end or the beginning of something more.
I wish that more people found merit in the silences and the symbols, but I am still in the minority. (Look! Another Asian reference! My scintillating wit knows no bounds! Nor does my abuse of exclamation points!!!).
For now, I will stumble over my words and wish for other things.
Better things.
Maybe wings that work?
I fake it very well, but there will always be several times in a day when I turn to someone and ask for help explaining whatever it is in English.
Of course there are the things that can't be spoken because the words don't yet exist. I like those.
Sometimes I wish that so many things did not lie between us dark and unspoken.
Coiled and resting.
Terrifying in their reality.
Go go go said the bird
for humankind cannot bear very much reality.
My winters are full of a bright and gut-wrenching happiness as I wait for a summer that I know I don't really want.
I only think that maybe I shall escape the inevitable burning of the next one.
Wasn't I talking about my inability to use English? I think that's what I was doing. I speak differently from most of the people I know. I don't dislike the obvious, but I certainly prefer subtle. Shades of meaning and to say the most important things in the spaces between words.
Because really.
I'm just Asian like that.
*rolls eyes*
Wouldn't it be nice to court or be courted while exchanging haiku rife with symbolism?
To flirt and meet eyes while knowing that a single flutter of a fan could be the end or the beginning of something more.
I wish that more people found merit in the silences and the symbols, but I am still in the minority. (Look! Another Asian reference! My scintillating wit knows no bounds! Nor does my abuse of exclamation points!!!).
For now, I will stumble over my words and wish for other things.
Better things.
Maybe wings that work?