Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“Suddenly he realized he does not belong to
any place, he is as much lost as a homeless drowning at sea, while navigating
desperately to reach at a destination which does not belong to him – said time
and again while he dies in those attempts. Probably no destinations belonged to
him; he is made to be wandering forever. He felt like a comet passing through
planets once in a while carrying hope that it might put another set of life in
a new place, it could rehabilitate a new earth, only if he knew it would come
only at a cost of a life already existing which unfortunately happened to be
his own every time, or fortunately? He wondered, being lifeless despite
carrying seeds of life, hidden beneath layers of darkness upon a passing by piece
of rock. He started fearing being seen or recognized, he tried hard to remain a
stranger, he pretended to be unaffected by faces and voices around for one
might turn out to be known and ruin all his effort of years in a fraction of
second, he felt his knees trembling, he stumbled inside a dark alleyway in a
hurry, being just a passer-by who nobody cares to notice only to be lost in
dead of night once again.”
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