Have you ever wondered if anyone notices you? As the days go by, and the days add up into years, and the years pass on to decades, does anyone ever notice you. Or do we become so insignificant that we are just a speck in a memory, like a flack of snow falling gently to the Earth to join with all the other flacks of snow, to be immersed together. Eventually melting away to nothingness. It is quiet there, very quiet, you can hear your own heartbeat. Does anyone else hear your heartbeat? Is your heartbeat still beating? Becoming one with the Universe again. Quiet someone may hear.