The fire in my eyes will lead me home. Wherever that is. The universe is smiling upon me - or at the very least ignoring me. I am afraid to make a fuss. I am afraid to engage too heartily with the world around me lest it suck me in and hold me there. I am afraid of putting myself in a place from which I am unable to extract myself.
Self-reliance has proved my final crutch. It has sustained me where the family, friends and lovers of my life have failed. Quite sensibly, I have little wish to compromise it.
Besides, I don't like people as a rule. They are difficult and unkind. They dismiss with a sharp glance sideways.