It's harder to stand up straight

- The emptiness, it's so dense. The light within is so dark. I keep mixing them up in my head. It feels like nothing I've ever experienced before. Yet I know it all, I even think I can foretell.
[A deep sigh escapes.]
- You should give yourself a break, rest. You don't have to worry now.
[He drops to his knees but keeps looking to the floor for a few more seconds.]
- It’s all about one thing, you know. Always about that one, same thing. But it’s everything.
[He stops talking and looks tormented. It takes a while until he starts speaking again, although his eyes are still looking the other way.]
- I’m sorry, I’m rattling. It’s been hard to think clearly in this vortex of events.
- Don’t worry man, I told you. You’re not alone in this, remember?
- I have never felt loneliness pressing so heavily on my chest, pal. I know you‘re there, but it also got you under its full weight. I’m sorry.
[ The man looks up, searches for eye contact.]
- I don’t believe you. It was you who dove right into this shit, pulling me with you. This is not the time or place to opt out, man. Hey, look at me.
[As he looks at him, the man can’t get another word out of his mouth. He grins. They just stare for few moments.]
- It’s harder to stand up straight than to lie down, isn’t it.
- It sure is.