I wrote out a prose a fear, a wish, alone well that was the fear...
Living alone, and well.. dying alone
"One day I am going to have a beautiful home somewhere the grass grows tall and the nights are alive with starlight. Snow capped mountains will be visible in the distance while the smell of flowers permeate throughout the fields."
It begins serenely deceivingly peaceful pleasantly leading the reader by the hand down the darkness of my mind