Times are changing so quickly

A grain of sand circles around the vortex, dragged down into the abyss, pushed by gravity and pulled by the falling of it's brothers as it moves closer to the precipice. The ground gives way under it's weight, falling it tumbles. Pushed and prodded by it's brothers and sisters it falls and falls unknowing when it will finally hit the surface below, even if a surface exists at all. Time seems to halt and the single grain reflects on it's situation. All the forces of the universe have conspired to put it in this single moment. Existence as it is experienced is only this single falling micron. The dice have been thrown and so has he into an uncontrollable presence, what will happen next? When will it happen?

Crashing into the ground below, only momentarily on top of the pile until more bodies of sand fall and cover the grain with their bodies. Darkness surrounds the grain, the light blocked from view by the saturation of the individuals around him. One of the millions becomes, lost as an individual once again. Safe, secure, content. Not Alone. For in all the chaos of the fall, for all the tumbling and turning and unknowing. Chance has played a hand in his fate. She is next to him. He senses her presence and knows that an eternity they could lie together. Just waiting until the next time someone turns the hour glass.