The sculptor of my own life

Oh, dear loneliness! Where are you? Come to me, I want to share with you, I want to be with myself, sculpt an eagle inviting me to fly, design a horse bringing me to the eternity, you and I, the same, together forever and ever. I arrived with you and I will leave this world with you. I'm not afraid of you as much as before. Every time I know more about myself. Living other people lives instead of my own one, I don't want that anymore; I prefer being the sculptor of my own life instead of the sculpture of others...