I am fundamentally introverted and given to thought. I am often perceived
as very (or overly) pondering and i'm also both considerate and very
cautious. I am organized and schedule oriented, often planning
extensively. I can be highly creative in activities such as poetry, art
and mathematics - and i'm sensitive to others. Because of this
sensitivity and my thoughtfulness i can become preoccupied with the
tragedy and cruelty in the world which makes me susceptible to
depression and moodiness. Often i am a perfectionist. My desire for
perfection often results in a high degree of personal excellence but
also makes me to be highly conscientious and difficult to relate to
because others often cannot please me. I am self-reliant and
independent, preferring to do things myself in order to meet my
standards. One negative part of me is that i can get so involved in what
i am doing that i forget to think of other issues. My caution enables me
to prevent problems that the more impulsive personality runs into, but
can also cause me to procrastinate and remain in the planning stage of a
project for very long periods.
The sun beams its rays of light Into an eerie fog of darkness. Paving way for joy to dance its way Into the shadows of night. Surreal silence then decides to prey On this joy, transforming it to fear. The fog then morphs into faces of demons. Dining in a feast of fright. The sun beams again to disrupt the darkness And chaos sets in. The mind of joy enlivens into straws of hope. Standing in a congregation singing. "Rays of joy...rays of spoil. Shine with colors that destroy. Rays of joy, come restore. Beams of hope and faith employ To a heart so frail and thin And a mind, timid and weak Shine with grace so strong and heal Open wounds and age long scars" The sun beams now rays of hope. Forming a rainbow in a desert of whispers. Reality becomes a dream. Blistering fantasies into the winds. Then suddenly i wake into shards of loneliness Beaten by the fray of a long lost bond. The sun beams onto my face As i look out to the window Staring at nothing. H...
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