Extrovertism
or any other sibling
of it
doesn’t realise itself solely
through the mannerisms of
speaking,
choice of company,
activities or
similar antics.
It mainly possesses in
its hold our
mind as a way
of revealance,
as our
thoughts might cling
on it dependent,
in constant
shouting & fleeting
from Stillness,
our lone
presence
;
OR either have
‘em all ready
in conscious observation
questioning on
the inside in your
private voiceless,
conversation
to detach yourself
from others’
contact
.
it’s all,
felt sublime,
when the latter,
comes and makes,
itself a
difference
.
Extrovertism kills me (like
Alcohol in excess),
Introversion heals me,
Only then do we wake up
To excess injuries
By the junk of existing in vain
(Among the intellectual garbage).
We're not for the public
To their rational pleasure
.
That fascination by how mental
tension both in thought and muscles
changes into sophisticated bliss
when you no longer listen to reply
yet to understand and give yourself over
.
I’m ambivertism tinted
luringly chosen solitude.
And the sun couldn’t scorch
my thoughts aloft to more