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#izaak
Izaak is an introvert Izaak likes his room and board exactly as it is, so that he isn’t bored Quiet in his apartment, just as he was in his dorm But soon his people started telling him, more and more That he needs to get out more That he needed to go out an explore Just in case he ever should look back and wonder What exactly it was, like if he wanted more? And so he tried and so he went, out into the world He spoke and socialized He brought, and bought and spent until he himself felt very spent and worn Because Izaak is an introvert, and for the outside he wasn’t meant to be Let alone to be reborn, and so After all the stretching, the social pains, the growing norms, which were not wrong Just different, he was both different, and the same And in his room, he was welcomed him back Once again, to the walls of printed ink and paint which he himself did create Because Izaak, did indeed need to see the differences within his own eyes But only in time to better understand and represent The quiet life which he was meant to lead, inside Because Izaak is an introvert And no introverted thing is ever truly a waste of time
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
The Introvert