No no, don´t try to recomfort me from my loneliness, ´cause you don´t exist.
See it´s like this:

If i am this first and then become that, then what am i really? This or that?
None, or maybe everything.
And from all those things, there is nothing to be said, except that...
There is.
And this can only be me, though it's not the me you know.
And you? Well, you may simply be the product of my mind.
I wish i could come to you and tell you i didn't want to hurt your feelings,
But it wouldn't make sense now.
Besides, I am everywhere, because there is no other place than where i am.
There is nothing to do: the World is in me and that might just be a good news to you...

Deep sigh ...