at the end of the universe

by walterdoege

if I am alone…walking my lonely path…loving push me to my lovely solitude…loving recquires solitude…I am not you…you are not myself…we are, however, more than two solitudes…two soliloquies…together, there is not an universe end…it does not matters…if I am with you…if I remember you, friend…i can face the end of all…cause I am not alone…and feel me not so lonely…all we are only love…fear?…loving protects…if I am in the aloneness of the end of the universe I can still remember you…this is the only point…universe is imagination…imagination does exist…love is real…real loving creates realities…I choose stay together through life with you…I…this I does not exist…I am my loving friends…al least, I must be my ultimate friend, the first to choose me, the last to abandon me