Gone with the wind

The end of the world doesn’t feel like the end of the world at all. It feels different. You can see the farewell breaths going out of you. The pale blue and white coloured soul coming out of you and straight into the ocean. It will dissolve. It gives the feeling that your entire existence is dissolving into thin air, into a mix of nothing and everything. All the hand holding and all the slow whispers reverses itself to the very beginning. And for the last time everything appears in full bloom, the colours are so prominent for once and then it’s gone. Just like that, it isn’t there anymore. The good ,bad and ugly, everything is gone with the wind.