Fluent in what exactly?

Pardon me for being rude, part of me grew up isolated, socialising hasn’t grown on to me and parts of me is much more comfortable facing four walls instead of facing a group of individuals with their own walls to. I would be lying if I said I never pictured myself posing in fluent conversations but unfortunately all those pictures are locked up in my head fighting to be seen, fighting to be let out. Once I tried socialising it left the ears on pause expecting us to pull our heart strings but failed to. 

We haven’t had smoke in our lungs but deeply we’re blinded by the smoke, aren’t too certain if it isn’t from our temple burning. Liquor bottles know us more than our associates, rented a place at the bottom of it, once or twice we revisit our old roots but lately we’ve realised we don’t bloom like we used to back then.