All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding into one.
So I walk up on high and I step to the edge
To see my world below.
And I laugh at myself while the tears roll down.
cause its the world I know.
Its the world I know.

Collective Soul - The World I Know


When this is all over will I really think it was for the best or will I finally realise that it's the beginning of the end?

If all the friendship you can base your relationship upon and all the freedom and space you can give just by being yourself and all the warmth and comfort of your unveiled heart and all the love and laughter from your veins and all the unlived lives you sacrifice do not work then what does?
Maybe nagging a little more every day, demanding a piece of diamond jewellery every birthday and anniversary and Valentine's Day instead of nodding your head in that sickening "I understand" manner? How about refusing to take a cab home alone and demanding to be picked up after landing at the airport at 2 am or being stuck in the rains waiting an hour for a autorickshaw at midnight outside a pub with the overhead street light out? Or stashing away your earnings instead of pooling it all in for "us" till there came a day when you literally had to beg for some money just so you could buy yourself some cheap underwear?
Maybe if I hadn't been myself and gotten my ass tattooed and snorted some imaginary coke and made up some sob stories about living on the streets... Maybe then, my marriage would have worked.