To the Philosopher:
I fell for the idea of you, pinned my hopes on the fantasy I’ve created for you and in the process I have lost you.
I don’t want to pursue you any longer namely because I’m afraid I will lose myself to the fantasy again.
And I am not like you my dear Philosopher. I cannot be content with imagining and discussing the nuances and trappings of Life. I need to be in it, feeling it, letting it wash over me.
Hope tells me I should hang on. (Or has that bitch been feeding me false promises again?)
Please call me.
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