I had a childish dependence on you—it was like an indwelling demon, but I’ve since exorcised it from my life. I have enough sense to know now that Freedom’s lips are much sweeter than yours will ever be.
Although I struggled finding my way, mucking about in the damp abyss of my infatuation for you, I could see the blurred promise of an oasis in the distance, beckoning me with the fulfillment and indemnity that Self-Sovereignty would come to occupy in my life.
It’s a lonesome Eden at times, but I’d rather be alone than confined by your suffocating embrace.