The world is quite round. If you look at it from one end, you can see it coming up from the other end. Its so unwavering in its roundness.
Sitting in a cloudy room, with rain drizzling a few feet from where I sit, I feel soulless. Looking beyond the window bars, I see a few drenched leaves get tickled. I see them but I don't feel them. My mind has become an opportunistic machine that always tries to splash vivid colours across other people's eyes. But I've become colourblind.
And when I drown myself in this sea of misfortune, I laugh sometimes. Mostly, I laugh at myself, and sometimes, for no particular reason.