He care for himself as much as his one hundred year old bones could do. He could only fend for himself for he had no one else to look out for him. He should have been more charitable when he was younger.
My plans. They’re so clear. Graduate. Go to college. Get married. I even know what college and who will be my husband. But….. They’re not my plans. They’re a prediction. I’d rather step in front of a speeding- but I’m not going to. Right…?
In this lonely place I feel there is something missing. Dark, damp, desperate. I see a flare in the distance. I walk towards the sudden burst of light and there, your face appears and I’m no longer in hell.