THE CONFOUNDER

I never knew I could accept an objection to my reasoning. But maybe I needed that; maybe I needed to be proven wrong, for once.

Your wit astounded me, and left me standing aghast.

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If you are the postman, then I am the messenger.
If you are the magician, then I am the audience.
If you are the prodigy, then I am the adjudicator.

If you are the story-teller, then I am the deceiver.

A STUNNING SPELL

I never could resist an atmospheric charm.

On days, the black starless sky can be as alluring, and as convivial, as a great grey one. If I were large enough to hug it close to my chest, I would. But for that time being, with feet glued to the ground, I felt content silently falling under its spell, and being stunned.

It felt like getting lost within one’s self.

LEMONADE

It's a plague, being bitter. I, however, have come to terms with my bitterness.

And it's liberating.

AND THEN WE COLLIDE

Coming to a halt proves to be more difficult than expected. Though the scenery had changed, the talking, the pondering, and the wonderment of it all remains. The facts, laid out eloquently, did nothing to answer the question:

Who’s to blame for a both-to-blame collision?

BRIDGE

It’s the old formula in writing a song. Put one in, and you’re golden.

But in a different context, seen from a different pair of eyes, absorbed by a different mind – it’s an entirely different matter, one I should probably neglect for the better.

I did walk to the edge, but thank god I didn’t tumble over.