We the Introverts

I have become reacquainted with the 2am nights. In this unchosen time of silence and solitude I’ve been left to my thoughts and emotions like the wolves. I didn’t choose this path it was given to all of us as our only real option. 


The tides have shifted and we the introverts are freezing. Those of us that have learned to love people and being in their company felt such a great reprieve in this time. And now there is a capacity that once was that has been lost. 


Once again being surrounded by people no matter how dearly I love them drains my energy the way paper is eaten by fire. There is the part of my soul that could live in solitude for all eternity that is very much so at the surface. The part that longs for the company of others can hardly be heard over the shouting of my lone heart. 


It’s not for a lack of love for people. There is a great sadness caused by the inability to be with the ones I love. It pains me to be pained by their presence. I long to be with people but it takes a great deal of me to do so. 


Too much time spent with only my own process and its baggage for friends has left me with less to say. Small talk seems too small and deep musings too deep. Just to breathe the same air is more than enough. Just to exist in tangent with one another does more than you know. 


It is a slow burn to be able to truly enjoy people's company once again. Exiting a time in which the introverts have thrived greatly has started to take its toll. It will be some time before a capacity has been regained. It is not for a lack of love. 


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