languish.
on the very tip of my tongue is
a speech that speaks a languish
that only i am able to repeat.
a languish that only i can analyze
and read and rewind and recognize.
the type that only my eyes would be able to memorize.
and when i speak this speech, i'll watch the ears of the listeners
weep and their minds fill with confusion and
that will inspire me to smile.
because i've always known that no one would ever understand.
