Shine on you

When everything has turned to dust. When all that you wish for fades into the darkness, what do you do?

Cry
Cry
Cry

Turned away, lost in yourself. Lost in clouds, in the illusions that weave around you. Fear grips tightly around the throat, silencing the little voice you had, taking away all means for help. What do you do, when your dreams shatter, and you can't see any more around the last event horizon. The light blurs, the illusion is gone. In here, there is only nothingness, there is nothing but what there is, was, and will be.

Sometimes its not how we should think, its choosing the best method to think.