GRIT Piece #2: The Introvert

The introvert - a painting/drawing, of a woman encased in an ocean blue abyss sphere, reading a book by herself. Not far off is a ladder, in which she could leave her own world, and experience reality for what it really is. However, this individual chooses to stay, refraining from partaking in the world for what it is. An extrovert and an introvert see the world through entirely different lenses; an extrovert is outward, the world may appear as a rush, frantic, forward. What is a tree to them? Perhaps it is what it is. The extrovert’s world may be vibrant, active, constantly moving, sounds around, life is alive. The introvert drowns it out; all is cold, unseen, a fish afraid, moving through black murky waters. Lifeless, the world appears in front of them. Their imagination is all that lives, vivid and strong, washing away a dreary day. Alternatively, they may drench their dreary eyes and drown out their experiences. Dull and dead, frigid, still, until their mind moves it all like models in a toy house. What did that folk do the next day? What is that ones story?
The ladder remains, but the introvert pushes away. Thoughts silently swimming in their own mind. Thrashing like sharks or thriving like a fish family. Yet, they still sometimes need to resurface, and be pulled out of their own oceans.