I’m sorry if I’m not good at chatting but it doesn’t mean I’m a ‘Shy type person’
Sometimes it may sound rude but silence simply means – don’t talk to me.
Because mostly, fewer words with you mean –I’m not interested in talking to you so don’t bother to.
Yes, OK and nodding- To cut the conversation to end.
And No response is also a display of saying – Get lost.
It’s not that I’m a kind of anti-social person or whatever the precise term,
I’ve got a lot of things wanted to talk about or simply want to speak out
I would love to talk to you, share careless laughs with you
But those words were tangled in my head, unable to pick the first line
To form a thread of sentence out of my lips
Unaware that my own thoughts infinitely knitting themselves
Forming silky webs of unspoken words
Until I realize, I’m trapped
Being a captive of my own thoughts feels like my soul is too old for my age
And my age is too young for my body
While my ruled and slaved body seek justice to go back where it belongs
-Back to the kingdom of the ground
I don’t know how to define myself for you, it’s not that I don’t know who I am
Maybe I’ll pick the word ‘Introvert’ or simply ‘loner’
But for a person like you (I guess) who never experience to be tortured by the breath-taking noose of thoughts,
The definition of me depends upon the limit of your vocabulary
But for those been chained by murmuring thoughts, words are not required
A plain smile or eye contact is enough, just like saying - I know. I feel the same so let’s not talk about it.
Well, I don’t know how to end this entry piece
I just want to say,
I’m thankful knowing that you’re still there willing to talk to me
I’m not good at chatting so I’ll just leave it here