Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“This isn’t about love, which is caring, loving, soft and
cuddly. This is about that wild lust which awaits moment to engulf us as if that
absolute darkness which sets the lonely night on fire post twilight, a rare
sadistic tale, where lies no scope of compassion but two wild beast ready to
take down each other ruthlessly, no emotion but a sheer pleasure of selfish
passion, which delights itself watching other being burnt, which cares for none
but itself. Where there are no boundaries, no respect, and no accommodation but
only to ruin each other as gloriously as possible. This is not about
constructing temples of love but about destruction of graveyards where our
inner demons spend sleepless nights, looking to make a kill and quench its ever
growing thirst…”
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