I knew my end was near.
As I sat in the abyss, watching my far away brethren,
I contemplated what this meant for me.
I felt like a candle whose flame was dying, slow and agonizing.
When I realized what was coming, I was terrified.
I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to die.
Not yet.
But as the waves of time passed, I came to find peace in my own extinction.
My insides twisted and rioted.
They wanted to escape.
They wanted to be free.
And it was not my choice to hold them back
It felt as if I was being stuffed into a small container,
And then,
BOOM
A bright light shined.
My once pure white form became a cascade of colors,
Splattered across a dark canvas,
That was a lifeless void.
I marveled at the beauty of my passing,
As I was wiped out of existence.
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