darts and daggers

There is a difference between leader and follower, between a plan presented and a plan created. So much of life is solitary, our internal experiences ours and ours alone; unity and togetherness but illusions; protectors of our psyche as coats against the cold. And what of Love? This invisible thread that weaves a life between two, that stitches collar to coat. Does it not need two? Does it not demand an other? And do we not punish most with isolation, solitary confinement. Hate me if you will. Throw your darts and daggers jagged. But by Janus, don't walk away.