“Not anti-social, just anti-shallow.”

Not shy, just may…be uncomfortable

Sometimes aloof, yet respectful

Reserved, not wholly understood

Condemn me not as I uncloak myself,

Nothing fulfills me more than my private world.

Hard to access yet sensitive,

Where prolonged multitude depletes and drains

Solo, empty glass overflows with its needed space

Those who drink, seduced by its boundless depths

Reconcile, before you thirst for more:

I become the companion of my solitude – by choice.

Less can be  more in disguise,

Where one expanding mind absorbs and gains

Unique, ear-piercing sounds go selectively unheard 

Those who feel,roam along off-beaten paths

Understand, before you step ashore:

Being the companion of my solitude – I rejoice.