Yvi

I suppose I should post a poem before the month is out, hm?


You said: "I'll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.

How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I've spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally."
You won't find a new country, won't find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You'll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.
You'll always end up in this city. Don't hope for things elsewhere:
there's no ship for you, there's no road.
Now that you've wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you've destroyed it everywhere in the world.

-- C.P. Cavafy

Title: Point of Value
Pairing: House/Chase, Cameron/Chase
Rating: R
Spoilers: No More Mr. Nice Guy
Disclaimer: Don’t own ’em, making no profit off ’em, etc.
Word Count: 1,141

Summary: Bowling and backstabbing. Here's looking at you, karaokegal.

Notes: I scrawled this out on scraps of paper during free moments at work today. Just sayin'.

( Point of Value )