.. all around.

this post was written about two hours after the last one.

Insomniacs united on msn to realize that all of them were bored to death and were contemplating suicide. He was all out of hash, she was all out of fresh ideas and the third was simply dying of starvation. And we sat, each one of us moping about our houses at 5 something in the morning.

Wait hold on.

Its sunrise
You have a car
I have money
We have the time

Halwa Puuree?

Heh, why the fuck not.

Sweaty cheeks, oily hands, wet chairs. A beach, a white car that refused to start- all culminating in a hunt and future celebration. A hasty combination of a shalwar and t-shirt, a pink nightsuit, a pair of shorts and an undershirt. Loud music, the windows down, the sun far far awar. Cloudy mornings, windy beginnings and heat ignored through sunglasses. Theres always a first time for everything, but this wasnt that time. We got our shit, we wondered at Karachis sheer beauty, we got into a mindless arguement about Phase 4 and wether it was worth the drive. We laughed, we scolded, we realized we should do this more often.

7-55 in the godforsaken morning. God knows when im going to wake up.

7-55 in the godforsaken morning. God knows when ive felt more content.