Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“You never know what is at stake until you are on your knees looking at the fag end, where lies nothing but ruins of your past, laughing at you for your own ignorance which you chose, for you decided rather to have faith, faith! When did you having faith in faith anyway? This is your crime, you must embrace the punishment. You chose the wrong start, now you chose your own wrong end. 

Falling in the abyss is not so bad when you know where you are falling, when you know it is an abyss and you would be falling for ever; until there’s nothing left of you but a fading shadow which vanishes in thin air like you never existed, just like memories. Was it a mistake, was it an adventure, was it right gone wrong, who knows, for life enjoys watching one suffer in chaos, for death relishes in watching one sleep in silence. Who knows what one has asked for until it is served?

You are never right until they say so, you are never wrong until you say so. Alas! Those moments of vulnerable intimacy, those moments of vigorous confrontation, moments when one is made to fall, moments when one decides to stand up. It just goes one, another continuum, just like that abyss; all he could do is to let himself fall, waiting…”