“…And the weary stands defeated, overlooking the momentous destruction of peace…

He has been evolving, since the long job started, and as much as I know that the feeling of being settled perhaps is something that might seem a tad boring to him, and yet. He has told me before to remind him when he starts work I would need to reel him back to earth, and yet this time around, his level of satisfaction be it in terms of work or the need to mother-coddle me (which really does not need to exist) and my somewhat dependence on him, seem to all revolve in an ugly circle of mundaneity.

His constant jibbing of his current workplace which he has since forsaken to take up in arms at another firm, which can be akin to my complaints of work prior to this. His need for space which I do acknowledge and try to stay out of the way by heading out with friends. His needs in life which I try to cater, be it to not be disagreeable and sweet as a diabetic sugared rabbit.

It is all a matter of transition, whether it be that I am often coined as illogical which he sweetly coats with words honed at highlighting my talents in most trades (and my failures in them as well – one minute enthusiasm they say) just because I happen to drift off half way through conversations into a deeper form of thought, whilst he ignores much of whatever I say. ‘Let’s sit down and talk’ he says, only to want to come to the point quickly and not to listen to whatsoever I really have to say.

‘Feelings’ it seems are over rated in this district especially when it comes with the term, ‘making a mountain out of a molehill’. And that I stopped, coining my words with a heightened sense of diplomacy. ‘Yes my love’, ‘alright my dear’, and though it has only been a short period of time, he has passed the verdict; one of dredgery and contempt. One of self-righteousness, honed from a well-adjusted lifestyle. Even through valiant efforts, he sees me rather intellectually incapable to follow up to speed with his brainy all-encompassing ways due to his love for books and high-end zest for life.

Money he says is the root to all his problems. Contradictory to mine, where I had thought that coming here was to start a life anew with him, he sees it as if I am a tad bit too clingy. ‘Live life for yourself’ he said, ‘not just laze around and do things that I can do within a day’.

Coming from my part, all I see right now is one of a life less travelled. One of discovery and companionship. A life in pursue of chasing certain dreams. And yet, what is a dream. When the party has waned and the moon hangs high in its stead, where does it all end? Happy or sad; vibrant or fading?

A ‘no sir, yes ma’am’ scenario, and we have got perhaps the perfect script of yet a lengthy and arduous journey of cyclical values. ‘We need some time apart’ he said. And so ends what I think or feel, or desire; and revolution [...]