introversion

i realize that i treasure..
moments alone..
where im unknown ..
a mere observer..
no attachment, no responsibility..

my dribbles on a page are my own
my thoughts and desires
my dreams revisited
and hopes restored..
tis sweet.

in the same breath,
i love being around people..
i may not say much
but..i enjoy the presence..
the words, the laughter..

i wonder if there is a line..
where my quiet,
nearly desperate craving for isolation
is something other than personality
and dives deeper.

no i know there is a line...
maybe blurred and subtle...
but it exists..
my recognition however..
can be flawed.

but right now..
this moment..
is nice
and in a way...i dread the return
where other things are revisited
and i am called to feel again..
but this too...this moment
will become just as loud and unbearable..
in a way...im glad..