The poet
You seem easygoing till a real value won't let you bend
Behind, chasing meaning and the ideal, by the heart, living with the flow.
Hard truths
you won't like these- 01There's a whole world inside you never bring out
- 02You want to live by belief while the world's math keeps snagging
How you got here
INFPAbout you
You'd have moved what your heart held into words. You wrote not to be seen but because you couldn't hold the inside unspoken. Rather than step forward you took up the brush alone, and though the world didn't know it, that writing struck someone's heart exactly, later.
You saw the heart and intent before the reasoning. You asked yourself “do I believe this is right” over what the norm dictated, and that conviction was quiet yet firm. You avoided fights, unable to watch people wounded, but you didn't bend before a value that truly mattered.
You chafed at a pinned seat and lived as the heart led. You followed the day's stir rather than plan tight, so you looked easygoing while holding a world you seldom brought out. If you still make what you hold inside in words or feeling, it's an old streak.