There exists a silent kind of person,
the person who only speaks from time to time.
But when they do,
their words are perfect.
They know that less means more,
and that not every thought needs to be shared.
Inside their head, their brain is churning,
visible to nobody but the few that notice them.
They are so brilliant and so beautiful,
yet so misunderstood.
Some people mistake their wisdom for stupidity,
and it is such a shame.
They are my favorite kind of people,
because they are so mysteriously unexpected.