Home stretch, ya'll. As I was telling a friend of mine, doing this has shown me how much I write out of emotionality, particularly angsty, dark emotions, and so once those feelings have passed I find it hard to just...write. Both my creative oppa and unnie have done marvelous things over these last 25 days with little more than the official NaPoWriMo prompt and/or their imaginations. I, on the other hand, need a fire lit under me. Or serious inspiration. Anywho, on to today's poem.
Remember how I mentioned I tend to camp out on subjects for a while? Uh, so, yeah...here's a camp-er. What's funny was that I meant to camp at an entirely different location, but this popped up before that other poem could fully form.
5pm 4/25/13 "get it in" on the train
they don't speak my language
but different meanings, I suppose
Were you always the only one who understood me?
(No, there was another, wasn't there; but I don't want to remember him)
or were you always asking me to translate?
I don't remember anymore
it's been so long
Inspiration sparked by the song for this cool vid, specifically the last section. If you can, watch in a higher resolution.