Knock, knock, may I come in?

What do we say when we meet a person without actually saying it? We say, “explain your life to me”, and then we wait. We wait to see if the open up, and of how much they open up is painting a picture of how they live- giving us other characters to place in their narrative- leaving us with the understanding that they… are… open.; or is it shallow such as the weather and the information a DMV would ask for; is it asleep, as not to connect words to heat or eyes to purpose; Is it closed off, with the perception that you won’t get in, to be trusted, without time and being part of an inner circle that is all too an illusion of how to enter.


This takes a couple seconds and sets how you may treat them for the remainder of your friendship