I find myself digging deep within words, and actions, and gestures, however minute, of others. Searching within each a semblance of meaning, more than is probably justified, or expected to be contained within it. Trying to grope along those meanings as if to reach the mind of the initiator itself, to try and understand what he or she might have tried to express. Maybe understanding more than was meant to be expressed, or maybe imagining I understood more, in the cases where the intent itself wasn’t much.

Sometimes, i think, I even read when there’s nothing between the lines.