An Introvert Is a Sun

When there is nothing but blue for miles in the air and I have the sky all to myself(as if I was its one true heir) is when I feel I am free to shine however I might want to shine. Not that I can't enjoy a crowd of clouds as they go floating by. I find myself shooting the breeze with them and enjoying it, while accumulating friends, getting out of my box and destroying it. But all the while I'm drifting down and away because a soul like mine wasn't made to hang forever, even though I try to provide good days and be there during stormy weather. So for them, before I go, I put on something of a show, painting the hues of my mood and my love for them against sky while wearily saying goodbye (Because we all want something good for people to remember us by) And slip away on the horizon into a sweet sea of solitude Finding seclusion as a longed-for treasure buried deep within its depths Returning my soul to a place where I know that it can rest