Tragedy of Wanderer!

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Tragedy of Wanderer:

“There is something poisonous about moonlights in winter, something viciously cruel. As if smiling upon you as you look above, hopeful of being soothed, to feel and touched by its coldness, for it has been too warm whole day amidst all that chorus of life’s hit and misses, you wish to soak yourself in such coldness as a bathtub full of ice, where even slicing out wrist would not let you die so easily and keep you at the edge, in a sort of trance, like a drunkard outside a bar-full of noise, sitting by the street puffing out of his almost burnt out cigarette. And with all such hopes while you look above, sitting alone on the roof, towards moon, you find him smiling but not that usual soft smiles, it is that cruel smile one you find usually in eyes of a trader who offers his cheap drug at double price at night, while you plead for a discount, but he will not, for he knows you must buy and have it, why should he?. You find it poisoning your blood, turning your nerves dark, as if diluting your skin with that darkness around, you find yourself falling into an abyss. You do not find moonlight soothing anymore; you find even a slight touch of it frightening, you just wish to get rid of it.”