Verbose dialogues of a Loser
Darkness and light exist as dipoles only on the pages of a dictionary.The turbulent skies disintegrated into multicolored layers. The parade of unfurling hues enveloped my empty vessel as I lay crouched against the wall in my veranda. My face betrayed a myriad of emotions to the nothingness beside as a crescent smile sliced through my jaw. My fraction of globe lay damp in the wrath of the skies. Queerly the world seemed to be twitching with a secret sense of joy to me. I watched as my palm...