Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
"Time travel seemed more a reality to him, one in which
he traveled to his lost old days; to dig out the layers, of what he has been
made of, Penning out each detail carefully before flying out to the future
imagining what it would be like, if it could be. He often did that, every time
he walked vaguely in early mornings or late evenings by silent parks or empty
streets, he felt like being in a different time, some that he could not
remember belonged to where, when and how. probably present moment served more
as a hotel room to him where he could refresh himself only to get back to his
such to and fro journeys or may be just cursed for not being in a relationship
with present moment of no more than that of one night stand, loved to sleep with
behind hidden doors in the dark nights, but only to be away holding hands of
past and future in the light of dawn, yet to return again by the dusk to her
arms bruised, broken, lost. "
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