Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“So you thought you could escape darkness simply by holding a lighted candle, you thought a ray of light would extinguish all that darkness just like that. And while you thought of it, darkness laughed at your childish thought, amused, for being ignorant of its very existence right there at the roots of that melting candle, roots which held that flickering light, only if you could see it is none other than darkness which brings light to life, for it knows it would need him at the end, it would need to embrace its shadows which has been drenched in the darkness for nights after nights. A single dawn cannot wash away all those dusk stitched to ones bone and flesh though dusk could eclipse a life full of bright mornings. Only if you would have realized you had already drank several glasses of darkness while looking for a way out only to fall back in and deeper. It is always one way; it is an addiction, addiction of darkness. An addiction lethal than addiction to love or even that of hate. You simply cannot get over it; even before you realize you had become a slave of it, now only thing you could do is to become master of it even if through despise and dreads.”