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An INFJ and a Virgo,
What a combination.
An organism secluded from reality,
If left alone for long, all attachments severed.
Lost in the mind, away from reality, where
Consequences don’t exist.

It feels guilty for it.
He can’t be like the others—too different,
For society, for family.
A lone wolf longing for a fantasy
That can never become true.

An organism lost in thoughts, lost in fantasies,
Lost in the sea of creation and creativity.
It wants to do it all,
But reality has a different plan.
It doesn’t work like fantasies;
It has consequences.
You can’t do as you please.

It wants to be good, but…
The shell stops it.
It hates conflict,
Swinging from extreme silence
To extreme nonsense,
Always misleading others.

Still, it breathes, longing for shiny eyes,
Breathing deeply, filling lungs with freezing air.
It wants to bring fantasies into reality,
To make others proud,
To lay down the weight of expectations.

I write this in a dark room,
Wrapped in a warm shawl,
My skin feeling comforted.
Hair hanging in my vision, fluffy with shampoo,
Fingers dancing over black and white buttons,
Feeling the warmth of this device.

Ears listening to the slow fan,
Eyes tense, blurry, wet.
My sense of self…negative.

It fears not consequences,
But its own oblivion to them,
Living as it wants, ignorant of reality.
It doesn’t feel pressure,
Until it’s fallen into despair.
There is much to do,
But time is needed.

So, let’s start over,
Slowly but surely.
You already have the knowledge—
Yet you, fool, deny it.