Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“When one is rotten to the core and the stink
is too much to bear; such was the situation he had to let himself be buried
deep within himself before the call for sanitation startled the rookies. The sense
of disgust was irresistible and he felt he could not keep himself from falling
for it for too long anyway. Such was the feeling of hate growing within that
before he could realize the consequences it had sucked him in, threatening his
very existence; existence he had built on nothing but that bits and pieces of guilt
handed over while passing by the moments of non-existent intimacy, one he
denied furiously when confronted with but loved to flaunt in subconsciously. It
was bound to fail, an attempt to draw attention while calling out the audience
being ignorant. Oh! One is always allowed to imagine being too wise but only
until the sense of betrayal belies the overwhelming sense of worth one insists
on accumulating upon the skin, too fragile to carry another extravagant display
of worthlessness, as if a shade of grey could salvage one at the brink of
extinction; the burden of hypocrisy is rather too much to ask for the thin icy
ground of morality. There was no surprise at the end, he ended up being swallowed
in the same ground he had turned into a marsh out of his crocodile tears;
rather apathetic as he would recall, but only if he could. Alas!”
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