Underground

I'll make time to redefine
the meaning lost in translating.
I'll make time to realign
my thoughts to your misgivings.

The long and short of it
will never be said.
So many better ways
to keep it in your head -
keep it all dimly lit.

In a place small enough
for both of us to see
that we are both present,
but not to you or me.
It's easy to be strangers
in a crowded room,
another person to push
your own way through.

this sounds somewhat awkward. it's also highly banal. the question is whether i keep writing about the same things because i can't get it out of my head, or whether i can't get it out of my head because i think about them in this way.

there was something very amusing about the moment that inspired this. oddly, the one thought that really stuck from that really awkward moment: i AM really quite a bit taller. it made it so much easier to avoid any form of eye contact, which would have, i suppose, made some kind of gesture necessary. fortunately, none occurred, and all is well in the world of new found strangers.

i think it's really uncanny that there was a small gathering of people not 20 feet away from me that essentially made up the shortlist of people i wish i had never met. now that is clearly a bit harsh, but unfortunately not altogether untrue. and there were obviously other people in that conflagration that i don't actually know/care about. but still.

this is clearly material that belongs to the other blog. that said, i think this one piece of writing got rid of most of the people that motivated my self-censorship. but just in case, i think i shall keep this here.