Apocalypse. Reset.

Let it all burn.

Desire, Ambition, Passion, Love.

Nothing survives.

No, not even hope.

Creation with death.

Destruction with hope.

Take it all away.

Strip them all.

None survives.

No Gods, No devil.

Nor prayers answered.

Nothing remains.

Everything dies.

A small bloop in the universe.

End of time.

And Reset.

Consciousness aches to know whats at the other end. 

What comes after? 

Is this all that one could do in life? 

Be something close to nothing. 

Be nothing.

The enormity of the universe weighs down on his shoulder. 

A tiny blot,

not strong enough to make a wave.

And nothing matters.

So why try?

Why believe this world will reward you.

And with what?

Does anything matter on a cosmic scale?

Does the taste of coffee matter to another conscious being?

What is taste for that matter?

And matter?

I am letting you go.

These questions cannot be answered.

Not in this lifetime. 

Not by a human.

Nothing matters on a cosmic scale.

Remember.

Our eternity. Yours and mine.

Under this Open sky,

with its billion stars dying upon us,

I will wait with you,

For our eternity. 

Our intertwined destinies,

Spread across the stars,

As stardust on our lives,

Reaching far across the skies. 

Come now lover,

It's time to leave,

This beautiful place,

And this eternal space.

Come with me,

Those stars are waiting,

To be conquered.

And we'll return,

When they all have been.

For this eternity is ours.

Yours and mine,

Under this open sky,

With its billion stars dying upon us.