We must read

When the day has come to an end, everyone goes to bed, everyone but you. Thoughts race through your head, the most random musings about the cosmos, questioning who we really are.

It's in that consuming darkness that I realize I haven't figured out anything yet.

We are a flame, bound to burn out any time, leaving no proof of our existence.

Then it stops, the pondering reaches deadlock.

And it goes blank.

Sorrounded by nothing but the sound of silence, it's when we become aware of how lonely we truly are.

We are just a pixel in the picture of the vast world.

We are nothing.

We are everything.