Falling

Don’t you think you’re falling, philosopher? I do. I think I’m falling. Everything in me is falling. I’m depressed, maybe. I feel heavy … Gravity is so strong. My gravity. It’s pulling me down.

I want to cry, philosopher. There’s a great sadness. And it isn’t even mine. There’s a great sadness that just drifts like a cloud. And is drifting through me. The world is sad, philosopher. And I’m sad – terribly sad.

This isn’t our world.

Is that what you believe?

We don’t belong to the world – not to this world.

 

I’m dying inside. I’m numb inside. I don’t feel pain. I don’t feel life. There’s no happiness, philosopher. There’s no joy or laughter anymore.