Purpose.

There are days when I'm sure that I will end up alone, only with my thoughts... Should I feel sad about it? 

There are days when I don't see the point on wake up and get things done, because I'm sure I will end up alone, only with my thoughts.

There are days when I think, and I think so much that I stop feeling

There are days when I can't wait for the night so I can stargaze, because I know nobody cares about it so nobody will disturb me and I can be alone, only my thoughts, the stars and me.

There are days when I feel more than happy because I know my life, this life, has no purpose, and I feel free... as free as the dust in the solar wind