Sacrificing identity for a love plagued by mediocrity
trumps a lifetime of loneliness,
for in the end you may be unhappy and detached from yourself,
but at least you will find comfort in knowing
that you will not be eternally sequestered from the human interaction
that can somewhat mimic the love that fills the gaps of a lonely heart.
What do you think?
Would you trade in your identity
for a life of mediocre love
if it meant you could escape
indefinite solitary misery?
......Or are they really just one-in-the-same;
yet another cycle we must break?