been a while...
hm...a short something i wrote...and i am still second-guessing myself about posting. opinions? suggestions? concrit?
a prior disconnect
pick up the phone
to dial a foreign number
and speak to a vaguely
familiar, disembodied voice
though it is I
who dialed the foreign number
it is I
who is unrecogniseable
so we put on
our best show for each other
fumbling for words
and laughing off the awkwardness
reminiscing
over old times and catching up
on the new;
click - the connection dies too soon
too many thoughts
swirl, laced with distant memory
and a vague familiarity
tainted with a sweet nostalgia
heart still racing
tongue still clumsy
it suddenly occurs to me
how relieved I am
to have faced an open door.
the more i read it over, the less i like it. so i can't really say anything at this point.
이 어선픈 언어로 내가 시를 쓸수 있을까? 내 월래 언어로도 재데로 못쓰는데…
But listening to Epik High makes me want to write.
문틈에서 기다릴께
시간의 파도를 타고
움변의 흐름을 타도
그토록 찾던 빨간실은 없다.
그 잡히지 않는 인간의 정은…
한쪽 뿐인 닫친 문.
a prior disconnect
pick up the phone
to dial a foreign number
and speak to a vaguely
familiar, disembodied voice
though it is I
who dialed the foreign number
it is I
who is unrecogniseable
so we put on
our best show for each other
fumbling for words
and laughing off the awkwardness
reminiscing
over old times and catching up
on the new;
click - the connection dies too soon
too many thoughts
swirl, laced with distant memory
and a vague familiarity
tainted with a sweet nostalgia
heart still racing
tongue still clumsy
it suddenly occurs to me
how relieved I am
to have faced an open door.
the more i read it over, the less i like it. so i can't really say anything at this point.
이 어선픈 언어로 내가 시를 쓸수 있을까? 내 월래 언어로도 재데로 못쓰는데…
But listening to Epik High makes me want to write.
문틈에서 기다릴께
시간의 파도를 타고
움변의 흐름을 타도
그토록 찾던 빨간실은 없다.
그 잡히지 않는 인간의 정은…
한쪽 뿐인 닫친 문.