Monologues

Monologues

You’re in this world.

Believe it!

Imagine it!

You try, don’t you?

You have to.

The sky… I’m sure you can see it,

The birds, drifting in it.

Creation, hmm, interesting.

Of course it is, why shouldn’t it be?

You delve deeper into this world.

You must have found it amusing.

There’s an inborn sadness in it that keeps you going!

Something melancholic even, hmm, now aren’t you

strange?

Can you find fulfillment in this place?

You don’t know, but you’re searching.

That’s what the sadness is for, isn’t it?

It’s like a shadow – gives the illusion of light.

If there’s shadow, there is fire, right?

My dear friend, there are shadows in the pictures,

But there is no fire there.

You feel nauseous!

This world must be too much for you, right?

Well, you’re stuck in it!

Ha, isn’t that ironic!

The dreamer gets stuck in his dream!

It IS beautiful, I understand you.

Why wouldn’t I? I’m stuck in it, too.

Are we cursed or are we blessed?

We’re like flies, drawn close by the light,

Only to get burned.

Are they cursed or are they blessed?

Who am I to say?

For all I know – they died.

I don’t know the pleasure or the pain that they must

have felt before that.

What should we do now?

Let’s walk.

For the sake of the old nasty world that we have

left behind,

For there was nothing else that we could do,

but walk.

Let’s walk, towards the horizon,

Maybe there is something better there.

Which way! With the sun or against it?

Does it matter, there is beauty everywhere,

I presume.

So what do you think of this world?

Is it worth it?

Are the constant pain and death and suffering

Worth a little moment of joy, before the hammer

falls?

Create it, believe it, destroy it!

It is of no consequence!

This is not a world that you are fit into.

You forgot to imagine a land and now what,

It’s a constant fall.

So let’s take a walk, through the air.

Imagining that there is ground below us.

Come on, put one foot before another!

You can’t, well, I will tell you why.

Because this world’s pathetic.

A perfect world for loneliness!

Now, will you keep falling or will you take my hand,

So that we could return?

Ah, you took it, good!

And we are back again,

To the starting point.

Ground zero.

Ground nothing!

The drawing board!
What shall we draw next?

Whatever it is, I advise you to draw a fire,

So that there could be a meaning to the shadows.

Oh, but I see that something in you changed.

You understood the world you’re into!

Now you finally see that it’s …

Just a slip of the tongue,

Of a being beyond your comprehension.