In the silence of my own mind, I dwell,
A sanctuary where thoughts roam free,
Where dreams are woven with fragile threads,
And imagined worlds become reality.
I wander through life, a solitary soul,
Finding solace in the calm of shadows,
Observing others from behind unseen veils,
While my heart beats to its own steady rhythm.
In books and art, I find connection,
Lost within the pages of someone’s story,
Feeling the passion ignite as my thoughts expand,
Beyond the boundaries of this mortal world.
I revel in the tranquility of nature,
As rustling leaves whisper tales of yore,
Echoes resonating through ancient trees,
Melodies sung by unseen creatures at night.
My conversations are often with myself,
A stream of consciousness flowing endlessly,
Weaving intricate webs of ideas and theories,
Exploring the depths of my inner sanctum.
Though at times misunderstood or overlooked,
I embrace this introverted essence within,
Knowing that in the stillness lies a strength,
A power that fuels the flames of creativity and growth.
So, I continue on my quiet journey,
Carving a path through the realm of introspection,
Embracing the magic found in solitude,
As an introverted soul unapologetically being me.
In this world that often celebrates extroversion,
Let us cherish and respect these quiet ones,
For they hold within them a depth untold,
A beauty as unique as a butterfly’s wings unfolding.
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