As he walks on the shore, with the silvery waves lapping at his feet,

"Night is dark.", he thinks and immediately chides himself for such an obvious, weak remark.

" 'Night....Night is dark but still not as dark as the one in my life'...now, thats much better!", he thinks and starts laughing, oblivious to the image he painted to an onlooker, with his tall body silhouetted against the dark sea and sky, and hair ruffling in the gentle sea breeze which also spread the sounds of his sad, maniacal laughter, all along the shore.

After a while, tiny lights in the distance comes to his view and thinking

"I may just yet...

I may just yet, start some new lives..."

he bursts into laughter once again.