I don’t understand people.
So I watch them.
Absorb all I can.
Why do they move the way they do?
Why do they say the things they say?
Why?
All the whys.
I watch.
No answers, just questions.
Questions that lead to more questions.
So I write what I see.
Maybe I will understand later.
I hardly ever do.
People are confusing.
They find me confusing too.
Why does she watch me?
Why is she writing?
Why?
All the whys.
They watch me watch them.
I can’t understand them anymore than they can understand me.
We are lost in one another.
Each of us a mystery to the other.
Two souls, trapped in the fog of misunderstanding.
Fighting for dominance.
Because I need to control how I know you. If I can figure you out, I can navigate how to be with you.
Maybe.
You find safety in your comfort. You need to control the space around you.
My staring eyes that pierce holes through invisible walls you surround yourself with...causes you distress.
Unease.
You don't know what to do with how I make you feel.
Naked.
Vulnerable.
People like to look at each other...there’s literal publications on eye contact…you think of the eyes as a way of connecting with others. You think it's a strength.
And yet, you don’t like to be looked at.
You like the eyes...but you don’t like the eyes.
Why?
People confuse me.
And I confuse them.
Eye Contact
Eye Contact
Eye Contact