Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
"When you start realizing, you do not exist, but in your words that you scribble - being happy, sad, angry, anxious, excited, disappointed, being alive or while feeling a thousand deaths. in those moments of lightening or dead-calm, moments of storm or peace, for does it matter anymore, for being invisible as much as those tiny particles, sort of free electrons, hurrying through bonds and atoms, looking for where to stop; some get no-where but to end where they get destroyed through their own speed, for they couldn't stop themselves anymore, only to be vanished in silence, forever! it doesn't hurt, does it? i wonder...Words, what else!”
Tragedy of Wanderer:
"When you start realizing, you do not exist, but in your words that you scribble - being happy, sad, angry, anxious, excited, disappointed, being alive or while feeling a thousand deaths. in those moments of lightening or dead-calm, moments of storm or peace, for does it matter anymore, for being invisible as much as those tiny particles, sort of free electrons, hurrying through bonds and atoms, looking for where to stop; some get no-where but to end where they get destroyed through their own speed, for they couldn't stop themselves anymore, only to be vanished in silence, forever! it doesn't hurt, does it? i wonder...Words, what else!”
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