Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“When despite knowing the life altering circumstances ahead
you cannot stop, for you find no control what so ever upon yourself, as if a
wild passionate animal has possessed you and you have no option then to
sleepwalk around, watching yourself fall into the flames of your lust, to get
yourself destroyed and yet that inglorious moment of flame keeps you hypnotized
and stunned to react anyway. This is never about destiny or fate, this is our
own postmortem we choose to do upon our wounds hidden too long inside to be
operated in silence, re-opening of scars must be celebrated and so is the death
such flames bring you, for now there is something beyond night which has taken
possession of your essence, such joy of pain…”
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