Incidence

Who looks straight through but cannot see,
Who looks at me and looks like me.
Who never blinks till I permit,
Who does exist but can never be.

written in one of my more existential moments right after a hot shower that fogged up the mirror.. 

Moon river and me..

Watched Breakfast at Tiffany's for about the millionth time today.. Its still brilliant.. and the following still remains my favorite bit.. and for any unfortunate slobs who haven't seen the movie, you're really missing something.. Audrey Hepburn is nothing short of a vision.. 

Holly, I'm in love with you.

So what?

So what? So plenty! I love you. You belong to me.

No. People don’t belong to people.

Of course they do.

I'll never let anyone put me in a cage!

I don't want to put you in a cage, I wanna love you.

Same thing!

No it's not, Holly--

I'm not Holly! I'm not Lulu Mae either. I don't know who I am. I'm like Cat here. We're a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other.

You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

The Infantryman

In memory of the man who personified grit. Here's to the eternal soldier.
When it was victory, 
the cavalier claimed it outright, 
the gunner boasted of his calibre, 
the engineer and signalman publicised their worth, 
but the infantryman stood silent with victory at his feet.

Dreams (courtesy xkcd)

Insomnia..

I dreamed of you last night.
of a lingering, hopeless wait.
with hours spinning across the clockface
and pages peeling off my calender

I dreamed of you last night
of all the things you are,
of everything that brings you closer,
everyday, and makes me smile.
Though not without that twinge.
Of newsprint and night,
and musical abandon.

I dreamed of you last night.

of a lingering, hopeless wait.

that is now a part of me.

He either fears his fate too much, 
Or his deserts are small, 

That puts it not unto the touch. 

To win or lose it all.
Days until redemption - 73.