Scribbling:
Tragedy of wanderer:
“As he wondered what his hearts seeks, his spirits sank and a state of
despair held him high and low, for the day and night were dreading enough to
witness, he could not imagine what conspiracy of time will bring if he were to
confront his heart’s treasure if it ever comes to find it. They say, ‘Men can
never love beauty, for men loves to pursue only to kill it in the end.’ Oh and
having being accused of being a murderer the mere thought of holding a knife drenched
in the blood of his own heart made his nerves numb, how distressful! Sipping his
glass of scotch till the last drop in one breath he comforted himself, for at-least
he had his unknown void to jump into and be lost and merry, as if a mermaid is
lost in the depths of the sea, or those millions of stars lost in the abyss of
space, he wished to remain adrift in his voyage to land of forgotten dreams, or
nightmare as if to say in worldly term.”
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