“Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we lost our center and have to find it again.”
~Anaïs Nin
I am a circular garden
Every taste outside of it
Is not honey for you?
I am a sun of your room
You are forcefully compelled to
See me outside in the sky
Like multiple stars.
I have a painting for an eye,
Moonlight bleeds through
My wall mirror.
I have that faraway gaze
Yet the social you
Labels me as an isolated introvert.
My love is a lone letter
Filled with true ink of love
That is also my pearl of emotion.
My gaze doesn’t flower
Your love,
Yet I normalize
Being an introvert.