Chapter One
𝙰 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
It’s been a quiet Tuesday morning, and I have undescribed thoughts building a maze in my mind
I like to be alone, as I am introverted, but I sometimes feel lonely.
I’d love to have a bubbly personality, but I am shy and love the comfort of being quiet.
No one is perfect, of course, and despite my endless wishes in my daydreams and personality, I can never have it all.
I think we are paradoxical, like an ocean—full of life and energy on the surface,
Middle—less energy, but it’s more peaceful and feels like home,
Lastly, the depth which signifies how vast our emotions are, thoughts, memories...
Making us complex and so delicately crafted to live in our world.
Oh, how I can keep wishing endlessly, but what good will it give me?
Let me love myself—being a unique character with my own story and free will.
