wen bie, without the wen
in some twisted fantasy of mine i have an impeccable command of the english language... perfectly precise superficially, yet ambiguous in meaning. as if of a cloud, of which each cirrus wisp and stratus undulation is clearly visible and open to calibration; still, people gaze up at it and wonder what it is supposed to be. "i think i see a dog."
and you today. i really wanted to see you, minna. if i had a car i'd drive all the way downtown...
my voice and my words do not agree. my words say, "well, i'll meet up with you next time." i wonder if my voice is heard, for it says <3<3<3.
i know i must not say things that my voice betrays me of anyway, and i usually don't. i wonder who catches it, who misses it, who misinterprets it.
i try to catch myself before the caring sneaks out furtively (just like a teenager- stealthily out the window at first, then blatantly under his mom's very eyes) and starts to make rotten and sore spots for i can't afford any at this time.
and tonight, i'm struck by how much the truth doesn't really matter at all, because any of a few things could have happened just as believably as the nothing that did, and the things that never will, and i'm caught up in could-be and could-have-been, each one no less colorful than the last.
and you today. i really wanted to see you, minna. if i had a car i'd drive all the way downtown...
my voice and my words do not agree. my words say, "well, i'll meet up with you next time." i wonder if my voice is heard, for it says <3<3<3.
i know i must not say things that my voice betrays me of anyway, and i usually don't. i wonder who catches it, who misses it, who misinterprets it.
i try to catch myself before the caring sneaks out furtively (just like a teenager- stealthily out the window at first, then blatantly under his mom's very eyes) and starts to make rotten and sore spots for i can't afford any at this time.
and tonight, i'm struck by how much the truth doesn't really matter at all, because any of a few things could have happened just as believably as the nothing that did, and the things that never will, and i'm caught up in could-be and could-have-been, each one no less colorful than the last.