It is an endless world,
Even on the driest part of the road,
Or under the pouring rain.
An imagination but isn't creative.
Don't know what it was,
I just know that I'm thinking.
An endless trail of thoughts of how it keeps you awake at night and hunt you in your dreams,
Or of how its keeping you lost in the morning till dusk.
Just a trail of thoughts,
Can't connect its dots,
Nor collect its phases
Its endless,
But let me sleep for a while.
Author's Notes
Thinking. Thoughts. Imagination.
This poetry was originally posted in Dawn M on WordPress about two years ago.This poem was created some time after I discovered my Myers-Briggs Personality Type (MBTI) which is INTJ-A.
Over the past two years, I've already learned more stuffs about myself, my character or my personality. Of course; through life experiences, researches, personality self-assessment and lo, memes.
So I've been thinking about this for a while now. How about writing a blog series about my life as an INTJ. And then, I would simply call it as "My Life as a Female INTJ".
