I hate the question where do you see yourself in 10 years

To be frank some days I don’t see myself being here

Weather I am the one to pull the trigger

Or a spare of the moment accident

is the one to cause me to take my final breath

I believe in my final breathes I could peace within myself

But there are some days

where I just want to say that only happiness will be in my life

I will be buried away in my favourite nook in my favourite corridor

In my favourite house in my favourite suburb

And I will be able to think to myself

I didn’t take my final breathe in those 10 years

And I’m thankful