Scribbling:
Tragedy of wanderer:
“How long could you hold on to the chaos
building up within, sooner or later it is bound to engulf the bearer no matter
of the attempts of reconciliations and patch-up. Any diplomatic attempt to
check their unintentional growth is bound to fail for such attempt never appear
to look for the cause but only to cover up the cracks; even to an extent repudiate
the mere possibility of their existence, which starts to appear early.
He too went down the same path, probably they
all do, who continue to consider themselves master of the rooster until the
rooster is no more than a closed box drowning in the sea of what-ifs, left on
its own to carry forward their leftover possibilities. However, to his own
surprise, contrary to a sense of disbelief and unease; even a hint of pleasance
subconsciously, he rather felt a sense of relief for at least he could now
caress and hold on to those ruptures, without being afraid of being mocked and
ridiculed, letting them deluge and overwhelm him within his own guilt.
The chaos did not end, neither he was at ease
but for now they were not trying to deny a chance to the other to exist on its
own, instead accepting the presence of another as a part of their own need to
survive.
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