Eight Out Of Infinity

MID

In the darkest hour,

diverse bunch,

different backgrounds,

meteor showers to my night.

Others' perception,

pushed me to the depths,

only to dive deep through cultures,

a lighthouse within chaos.

In a room of strangers,

froze upon my feet,

awkward and introverted,

can't find the voice to speak.

Interactions carve a tattoo to my heart,

finding kindred spirit in the world,

sometimes sluggish or swift,

always dumbfounded.

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M I S T M I E N