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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