She thrives in solitude

In the darkness of the night

When the world is asleep

And the moon and stars are her only companion,

She lets go and breathes.

She thrives in solitude

She closes her eyes

And feels the light breeze

Teasing her hair into knots

Caressing her cheeks.

She thrives in solitude.

She is quiet and a little shy

But her love burns brighter than the sun

And if you get too close

You might just get burnt.

She thrives in solitude

In the twisted lanes of her mind

Lies the things she cannot form into words

So she lets the ink flow on paper

She screams her heart out, but is not heard.

She thrives in solitude

She has loved and lost

She has been torn and hurt

And she fears the magnitude of her love is too much

So she keeps to herself, the perfect introvert.

And hence she thrives in solitude

In the vast emptiness of space and time

A little lost, a little confused

She stays there, in the place where

Imagination and reality entwine.