The Realm Within

My mind is loud, yet I remain quiet.
When the room is dull, I escape.
To a realm within, you can’t get in, exclusive to me, my other world.
Filled with innovations, observations, evaluations, new life explored as I am the only witness. 
Vocal more to me than to you.
Fluent in silence where I hear words spoken through other senses.

A reader.

Mistaken for shy but only patient to break silence to observe room frequency.
And when in the wrong crowd, selective to reserve my energy.

Often enjoy our time but draining inside.
Presence what you gain from I drain from.
Embracing solitude brings me back to recharge.
To me. To peace.

Peace.

Few to one.

Few with common energies outside of me.
One. Me, myself, and my realm within me.
Company is enjoyed, wanted, but not needed.
Nothing personal, but with my mind make up, we differ.

No love lost.

In these odds, I only speak with meaning.
With fear of being misunderstood.
Wanting to dive deeper in subject and speak beyond the common.
Often feel what I speak is not the norm.
But does the norm satisfy true peace?
Does it give sense of freedom?
At birth, the right that was given to me?

Blessed to be me.
A feeling of being free.
Born to the same place, but made unique.
An outcast you claim me to be.
We enjoy the same things, just indulge differently.

No love lost, just in my own world.

If stepping out of comfort zones didn't exist, can I then be free to be me?
Fixated on me to fit in your world, yet the exact why of my escape.
Freed as you continue to follow the origination of most creations.

No love lost.

Underestimated, mind manipulated,
We are greater than.
The norms enforced, the box they keep us stored.
Such pressure can not be tamed.
We are the intrinsic force embodied in the tapestry of this realm.
More seen than said.
The greatest unknown.
But I will remain me.
Lowkey, with peace in me.
And in due time will you then see my creations.
The works of art derived from the realm within me.

NTRVRT

Art by Jada Gaines