I notice that they look at me, and that I look at them.

I look at where people stand in a space, back to the wall, squatting, sitting, shoulders spread or bent(I always bend in).

I look at their shoes, somehow it means something to me, and indication of their mood that day, or what’s important, functionally.

I notice how people look.

Eye contact is difficult for me, the face has a lot of moving parts, and the eyes say a lot about a person.

I say this, but I can never tell what a person is thinking or doing.

I remember this specifically with someone in my class, she looked worried somehow, but her eyes seemed calm in a way.

I had the urge to ask how she was doing, but we couldn’t speak at that point and time.

I couldn’t speak in narrow spaces, spaces with too much noise, spaces that reflected noise back and forth, spaces that only lead to two spaces, spaces that seemed intimate despite being out in the open.

I remember I would look for places like that, where anyone could show up but seemed to avoid.

I need people interact with, but I also like to be alone sometimes, someone told me that I seemed like an island.

I couldn’t speak in some spaces, and I liked that, silence in the company of others, it seems so awkward but once you let go…