So many regrets roadblock the retrospective tales that never surfaced here, and today I'm convinced of my introversion. I move with no fear, but shame webs my esteem, and I lack the confidence to look them in the eye. Like an eagle searching for its prey, my darting vision looks for the comfort zone of zilch. I know so because the conversation continues even if I don't participate, and I hardly do. I am the observer, dancer of the wind who no ones notices, but it is I who find solace in vibrant social networks.
Like a sun that glistens while the rain pours. The perfect combination of the worst elements can give birth to a new phenomenon.
And halfway in between extroverted and introverted, I take a step to the side to let both ends meet.
Something can't compromise, and when they can't they combine.
