My life is an oxymoron.
Fragments of me
held together
only by
the fragile balance
of its counterparts.
I am
all too many
things at once.
A wise brain
and a foolish heart.
An insatiable wanderlust
and a dedication to home.
A restless personality
and a lazy body.
An independent mind,
and a hopeless romantic.
A sense of adventure,
and a fear of the unknown.
A care free spontaneity,
and a meticulous overthinker.
A natural charisma,
and a social awkwardness.
A young at heart
and an old soul.
I am too many things
all at once.
Yet,
like a perfect storm
I maintain a balance
that would shatter
with the slightest shift.
I am an oxymoron.
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