I part my ways from them to my imagination. I walk into the force or "room" that is my mind. I grab at the chance to go to my happy place. They talk as I get drained of energy.
The life of an introvert is like no other.
I'm not happy with them but I'm happy with you. The one person who'll tolerate me.
I'm not okay to speak in front of them but it's okay around you. For the silence to envelope me.
It's scary and sweet in one. I could scream into the void, or I could sleep and get my 8 - 10 hours like a healthy human.
I get swallowed by the silence as I lie awake at night. I become happier and it becomes like a place to be. The cold wood of my desk to the freezing windows of last nights rant and weather...what do I do when it's too late to smile?
do I wait another turn or die with the rest of my non-believing friends? I'm not going anywhere.
Unhappy, my current state. Unwilling, in the same category. I'm not happy, so...
may the silence and tea cups say hello until I greet life with a goodbye.
-j.l
