Scribbling:
Tragedy of
Wanderer:
“To
scribble, for some a hobby one loves as gardening and watering their flower,
for some a duty to be accomplished before being off to bed, for some a journey
one travels far and wanders, wonders away only to come back-put it all down of
things seen-unseen-heard-unheard, for some a necessity as if to breathe, to
feed-to wake-up as to sleep, to some it remains that bitter flavor upon tip of
that glass, as if bitter could bring sweetness in the words for someone to be
able to read them even and to some it remains a fire-unburnt inside a piece of
coal, pressed beneath world, lost beyond space and darkness that rules those
stories only to glow and glow brighter in nights that finds them lay burning by
the firepot slowly, silently as if cherishing every fraction of it, for that
single moment would define them, forever… Indeed!”
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