when all things end

I smile and wait as I see the sun fall to its watery grave in the ocean that will never contain it. I sit back and watch creation fall to its created ruin and skyscrapers scrabble to keep up and, inevitably, fall like dominoes.

The strangest feeling of peace amidst desolation and destruction fills me with warmth and -

Ouch.

So much for writing about the end of the world. It'll be something like that I think. I might see it one day...if I'm not crumbling to dust by then. Oh wells.

I want to stand and say I've done the best that I can.