(I) am incomplete without my solitude.
Self-contained except for my (regret).
(Never) to connect with a mirrored heart.
Always (having), never being.
At least it is (a) existence.
Loneliness is almost like a (dream)-like haze.
Reserved only for an Out(cast).
(First written for Escapril 2021. Sbeve. I didn’t like the prompt)
