One last image

I often think about the possibility of that; I would really like to believe that. I do believe that the last moment before everything fades into eternal blackness (I don’t believe in an afterlife per-se) may indeed feel like an eternity from the inside. If nothing exists after, then the final moments before that nothingness just seem like they would feel like they lasted nearly forever. Because of that, I feel like the only thing that I am aiming to achieve is for the final moment to be peaceful, for all of the pain and agony that I endured throughout the latter half of my life to be replaced for that final instant with a feeling of relief and contentment with my decision. I will probably take my phone with one picture in-particular pulled up on the screen and stare into it as the last moment finds me. That way, I can have the one thing that could make me happy, but simultaneously the one thing that I could never have in life without hurting someone else in the process. In that moment, I will allow the fantasy life that is associated with this picture on my phone to become my reality, for that last fleeting moment. I will die happy, even if I lived in misery.