Realness .

I imagine my lips touching yours, just the slightest graze and my pulse shoots up . Tachycardia I think you could be bad for my heart . I am such a slow analytical shy version of a person but I am genuinely arrested by your impulsiveness and how you move gliding through the world effortlessly with a smile and eyes that beckon . I just stare at a man who doesn't even know who I am, too quiet to be acknowledged lost in an ocean of noise and waves and waste . And deep down all I crave is sereneness, and a touch of tranquility with less haste and squandering endorsed by calm still water and extra time . Slowly dipping one toe and savouring that feeling. Salt, coolness, wet, cleansing, I am a deep imponderable hushed soul . Sitting by the shoreline, a shadow watching you wishing, that maybe you will see me as am . And what could be at the turn of the tide when I find my stride one foot closer to a realisation that being introverted does not mean living in retirement and that quiet people still plan investments but with preferences of a
sure solid sound return but nothing is guaranteed or certain and for the unsure this is where quietness and the mundane bridges the gap . It’s called a safety net made many years before . The shy don’t become silent from lack of communication but from the effects of people  pretending when they thought this was real but they were participating in act four of The Truman show but nobody gave them the heads up .