I waited for an answer, a light whimper or a broken comma, in the dimness of this threadbare room and in the chaos of the mind. I busied myself with reading, and shuffling, and humming. This was a habit I’ve recently developed to not think about thinking about you thinking about me. Perhaps, I have just succumbed to the world of the convoluted as I placate myself to understand who you are and why. And as I looked through the moon, I see your faceless self searching for something or someone (I maybe?) But I was never an I, always a You or an It or a Hi. When will it dawn on you that I care, please read between the lines.
About
- Finella
- hi. i'm finella. i like a lot of things and i think i like to feel. i also enjoy taking long walks, and watching dolphins&other sea creatures, and going to museums, and being with a few people, and eating mexican/indian food. the usual stuff—art, music, books, russia, trains, airports, philosophy, psychology, and literature— intrigue me. i'm an engineering student (MS soon to be PhD) and i don't feel like one. and i think that's okay as long as i stay true to myself. i am very idealistic, but at times, like right now, i don't feel like one because i am an enfp. my only dream is to have a constant happy disposition. that's very idealistic and i'm quite pessimistic so i don't know.