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