You’ll never meet me,
not in this lifetime,
in this chaotic swirl of faces,
each a stranger, each a whisper.
I love being alone,
the sweet silence wraps around me,
a familiar blanket in a world
that moves too fast, too loud.

You’ll never see my face,
the reflection of joy that dances,
the laughter that spills like sunlight,
or the soft curve of a smile
that hides behind closed doors,
waiting for the right moment to emerge.
You’ll never experience my essence,
the depth of my being,
the warmth that flows like a gentle river,
nurturing the roots of all who wander near.

Conversations, those sacred exchanges,
will never be shared between us,
where thoughts intertwine like vines,
growing together, exploring the uncharted.
You’ll never get a chance
to receive my wisdom,
the insights drawn from the well of my soul,
or be blessed with my intellect,
a garden of ideas
that blooms in the quiet corners of my mind.

I forever stay to myself,
like a red-tailed hawk,
soaring above the noise,
the distractions of a world
that thrives on connection.
I fly solo,
with wings stretched wide,
embracing the freedom
of open skies,
of solitude that nourishes
rather than starves.

I search for peace,
an elusive treasure,
while living in a hell of expectations,
where chaos reigns and silence is a rarity.
For many reasons,
I choose to remain an enigma,
a puzzle hidden in plain sight,
a labyrinth of thoughts and dreams,
trapped in a...