In the midst of my usual drought I sought love
I was starved of it
My soul burned for it
To be seen
Known
Undeniably adored from the pit of myself and beyond
I need safety
And copious amounts of adventure
Still nothing sings for me
No one
Not one
I am an singular being
Exhausted from freedom
Yet I dwell here
In my little corner of the world
Hiding
For even in my desperation I stay stubborn
Convinced I am fine
All alone.