Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“You knew you were walking upon a swampland, sooner or later weight of your own shadow was going to swallow you still you chose to pretend to be on high ground. Ignorance, a willful act of crime, a human error, whatever you name it, it is not going to change the fact nobody else could be blamed for the act. Who is guilty when your own hangs you in thin air and leaves you gasping for little air?

Gasp, gasp and more but whatever little air you would suck out of blackened sky would only choke you, for you burnt it on your own for a long time; drop by drop you turned it into a cemetery while pretending to design a garden. You dug your own grave, planted yourself neck deep and convinced yourself you were standing still on firm ground. What else could be more tragic than to be betrayed off your own shadow, as if you were wandering for so long with a shadow of someone else?

He felt as if he was wearing skin of someone else, his flesh did not belong to him, his blood had color he had never seen or did he? He wanted to recognize himself but how? He was like an actor who was too good with his makeup to even recognize himself.”