And in the end,

when the stars have all collapsed

and blackholes rule the skies,

when the sun dies and the moon

can no longer reflect its vibrant light,

when the seas take over the shores

and the fires blaze through the forests,

I know,

that even with the universe trying to

tear itself completely apart,

trying to recreat something greater

than we could ever imagine,

I know,

that to someone, somewhere,

I mattered.