nothing to something and back again

Forever alone
The chaos of our minds causing deafening clutter of lives ill lived in turmoil and suffering, we breathe only to keep breathing another days stink into our lungs.
Born unto this world screaming and raging in defiance of time and stature, no matter the life we lead, our ends are all one in the same, moving on alone in terrible silence, reverie of lives lived filled with mistakes. We walk alone into the unknowable, knowing only that nothing we have done can answer what comes next. Nothing can answer how our loved ones will view us, or keep us in their hearts. We are lights, born in darkness, and eventually we all return there, to fade away, leaving faintest memories, of a life possibly truly lived.