Where will you be when the end comes to see you? Where will you be in your head? Will you face it in justice or harm it in crying defense? Will you see it and smile or turn in denial? How will it harm you? Or can you see a friend?
How will you know who you are in the end if you don’t know who are now? Where will you go to see yourself sleep? In the arms of the Mother, the charms of the nurse, the words of the Father? Where will you reside?
Harmless, unharmed, forgotten memory that comes across you in the end willing to let you go as a friend. Will you call your name and let you go? Where will you go when it’s the end? To peace one hopes. To the battlegrounds end on the other side of the Universe where life begins again in peace and harmony. Love is the end. Love of self to let go and fly. That is the end.