A warmhearted walk through silence and peace.

The writers are inspirations,
meddling with their creativity, 
Jolting buzz of happiness through, 
they fail to not impress him.

A pinch of introvert
and he's weak at expressing.
When he tries to blurt,
He believes he's messing.

Often he enjoys is, observing people,
Believe me,  not stalking,  it's observing.
Avoiding eye contact while walking,
He makes sure he changes his wing.

Ohh so lost he is!
And so named daydreamer by the world,
Apparently his thoughts are difficult to trace
Like a needle stuck in thread, curled.

So much love for the world, has he,
confined within his heart though,
Thus he needs a true buddy,
To whom he could have his heart shown.

Love,
Introvert.