I would like to think of how my life will turn out in five years or even ten. I'd like to say I see myself happy in a small house with the girl of my dreams with a great job and no problems. I'd like to say I see myself being in love and wanting to start a family.
But I don't. I don't see those things for me. I see a tombstone in an old, rundown cemetery with ivy growing over part of my name because it's been there for so long. I see dead flowers scattered around the area, but none actually on the grave because the wind blew them all away. I see people moving on, slowly but surely. I see boxes taped up with my belongings with my name written in chicken scratch upon the side of the stained flimsy cardboard, coated in layer upon layer of dust because they've been left to be forgotten of.
I see my family smiling and laughing over a joke because the have accepted the fact I'm where I want to be. I'm gone.
