On a journey so long, yet so short in distance. The silence dragging the destination further. Whatever he is thinking keeps pushing them apart. Whatever is on her mind seals the distant atmosphere. Desiring manumission from personal bondage - lighting match-box thoughts, burning themselves from within. He did his best to question happiness out of her, but she didn't respond to it. She gave a blind eye to the efforts he made to reach-out to her - messing his emotions with her piercing silence. She strangled all that he had - all he thought was the real love - all dried out. Never did anything that pleased her - he had to be taught everything. Even to caress on her was wrong - its either that he was too cold to feel on her body or he wasn't doing it the right way. Stressed, on the edge of the bed as if his life was on the edge of a knife. What was the issue? What went wrong? It was all jolly good, days before. The rising of the sun brought no sunshine, but a thick darkness one could slice through with a dagger. Dreaming in different worlds but sleeping in the same bed. His ego swallowed up the gentleman in him, because he told himself he will never get it right anyway. She kept to herself always - never a time she tried to touch him as if he was dying of a contagious skin disease. Is this what they saw in the beginning? Because if it is what they saw then they took a wrong turn. Misery infested relation...
