Requiem For An Atom

Interior exploration with its usual playlist, all lined up then some mass is hurled out of nowhere and smashes into me, and I see myself fly off into parts, becoming little more than traces of exotica smeared in light across a dark space, living but an instant before annihilation and nothingness, remembered only within the cold walls of an equation and by whoever was there, looking on, measuring my demise. I could have been part of something bigger than me.