Untitled Poem

I am far far away,
through an eternity
of wormhole entities,
listening to the white noise
of the universe.

I think, I imagine,
all the distance
that I have come.
I dream that I experience
your perfection.

The event horizon claims me.
Soon, communication
will be forbidden by singularity.
There is truth in climax,
no thought, no caring, no lies.

This is a message from nowhere,
a wish for your happiness.
You have the choice,
choose the future not the past.
Your lover knows the path.

by an anonymous friend