IIII

I scraped at the bottom of the barrel

To find inspiration for tomorrow

Instead, I found a place to sit

Where the speaking ones won’t bother

Closed the lid

Only opened it

when i ran out of air

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From the Author

I’m an INFP- for those who care.

I’ve been realizing more and more every day that I’m a pretty introverted introvert (almost 100% according the myers-briggs). Finding a time, headspace, and location to recharge can be a real challenge for me.

This is a poem about the search for quiet places