Let us be one

if you ask me about meaning of life i have so much to tell you.

though i’d rather remain silent.

my study is not over.

traversing the space, arising from void and falling into nonexistence.

a few memories is all that remains.

happy people call this the great game.

i’m probing it to the extreme.

my darling emptiness, do you have anything else to hide?

uncover what’s behind the veil.

i’m almost there, but then i see a person, much older, miserable, wretched.

yet beautiful! yet another manifestation of myself!

cruel god, let us be one.