A meek moth among a sea of social butterflies

Content with silent contemplation, and Saturday nights alone

Peaceful seclusion is the condition in which I thrive

Finding stimulation not primarily in the world around me,

But the one inside of me

A world far more vivid than life-

A jumble of observations, emotions, philosophical questions

Wandering thoughts, leading me to a land never before seen or even spoken of

Racing thoughts, speedier than any car, plane, or train

Quietly breathing in the ocean of our world, but never making a ripple

There’s nothing wrong with me, I assure you

I am not shy, depressed, socially awkward, or unfriendly

I simply have a preference for lonesomeness

Being my own best friend

A simple introvert


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