Where were we? Where we were. Born as paper. Cried for pen. Having no choice, I thee wed. The day begins, the world ends. As I came, now I go.
Edit: I'm going through my posts as I need to delete a couple of them I don't want to link me to this forum. While doing this I'm editing some I realise could be read the wrong way, for one reason or another. I like mystery, but I think the ambiguity in this one could be misinterpreted. (Maybe I'm only being paranoid). Anyway I'm replacing 'He likes to think he is' with the below. I like to think you are.