August 18, 2024

How do I make you understand when I say I thrive in the cave? How do I make you know that it itches every minute I meet people? That I do not like the idea of people running in my space. That I rather throw my phone in the ocean than go miles to meet some people beyond my circle- even the circle scares me on some days.  That I would fight than to wear my smile again. That I do not like knowing people. That I am sick, battered, frustrated and anxious that I have to meet anyone to survive. Call me selfish, all the bad names to parade my indifference. But I am a caveman, a wood man, a bear on bad days. Leave me be, I will appear one day again in your timeline. But some nights, leave me in my cave.