hm, Loveless with another individual, being alone did...

Loveless with another individual, being alone did not bother me.

My own soul did not crave comfort, but my heart, ah, that’s a different story.

I was lost, internally conflicting with everything I thought I knew.

I did not know, but I blindly chose to become apart of something that my heart clung onto.

It did not let go and I enjoyed the mind of the time and let the words lead my sorrow.

But I was lucky, I had good taste.

I became one when I wanted to understand the emotions of the writer.

And it was free.

As was I.