the end

I was thinking about my death and where I wanna be when it happens. 

I came to the conclusion that there is only one kind of place I wanna be to meet my end. It has to be some bucolic place.

With trees, and a cold wind, and everything will be getting grey. 

I'm pretty sure I'm gonna die in the autumn. It makes sense since it's my favourite season. 

So I'll be sitting there, watching that grey-sad-beautiful view while the wind mess with my hair.

And when I take my last breathe I will be happy to be in a place that suits my soul: a pretty bucolic place.