Solitude

How does one get away from this bottom less pit, of what we call "life"

In the distance, there is a house

A house that is vacant, and beautifully covered with

Solitude.

The house is brooding, neglected, and abandoned. The musty smell of the house fills the house.

It's perfect.

The stairs creak as I step onto the patio.

The dust lurks on the window sill from outside

The door is unlocked, and I wouldn't imagine not entering the house

It's perfect.

The house is filled with abandoned furniture which looks as if it hasn't been touched in decades

The only light is the sunlight seeping through the curtains.

I cry, I do not know what caused my emotional uprise, but this place makes me feel as one

Solitude.

My footsteps creak around the house, I do not mind the rats infested in the household

I go to the crawlspace of the house

It's perfect..

Isolated, I have reached solitude

From that moment, I knew I would never leave the house. I'm home because I died here ten years ago.