Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“And, while waking up in the middle of night,
sweating heavily, trying to breathe back after losing it for moments, he was
trying to recount the dream he just had. It was sort of falling into spiral, an
abyss, an ever growing void, inhaling him deep within, yet he felt he is
reaching to the end, and moment before the crash he would wake up screaming. It
was common nightmare for him and doctors said it was common for many. He wondered
how many are out there same as him, for all of them must be feeling similar for
having similar dream, no? He read it might be for something not under control
in life. He started remembering his life till now; what all he felt had happened
as he expected, he saw-none. He was never in control of his life, he is not
even now. From the type of education to relationships to places he traveled to
people he met, to work he was doing to life he was living, he was never in
control. He did not know and wondered whether he had started living those
nightmares in real life. He felt himself falling into spirals wide awake in the
middle of the room. Yet the excitement of getting crashed with a loud bang was
strong enough to continue falling. He felt himself pushing forward.”
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