I don't want to be anyone's part time, an occasional solution to physical urges and pangs. I would rather be alone, in the dark.
At first, the dark seems dangerous, hopeless. There are sharp and poisonous people in the dark. I will get cut and sick as I grope blindly but there is hope there.
A blind love, a faith that no matter how much reason may assure me that I'm going to die alone in the dark, someone, somewhere has a light shining just for me.