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Oxymoron.


 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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