I’m an introvert.
I get peopled out.
I need time to recharge.

I’m naturally shy.
I don’t like talking to
people I
don’t know.
I hate it when they
don’t say
anything—
it forces me to talk.

I’m prideful.
I want to be the best.
I want to excel
at whatever I do.
I want people’s good opinion.
So I hide the real me.

Prelude
A single drop
Dances arabesque
In the wind -

The skies have announced their final warning.

Serpentine
Here in the reddish soils
Is a lump of green and blue:
A stone, here chiseled, here rolling
As if morphed from clay into
The form it now embodies.
Smooth to the touch, and yet
Here shows signs of shearing -
Its colors more brilliant when wet.

Me = a crazy, brown-headed, giggling person who is obsessed with checking email and Apricotpie. Yup, that’s me in a nut-shell. If you’re not seriously thinking about reporting me to a psychologist by the time you reach the end of this list, you probably need that psychologist. Well, here are some random things about me.

1. I don’t talk a lot at home (all the people who know me are yelling, “Yeah right! How come we can’t ever get a word in edgeways when this person is at our houses?’) I do talk excessively when I’m at people’s houses, but at home….I think I’m quiet.