What's your story?Friday, January 13, 2006

He with the black Margalla and tinted windows. The impeccable driving.. in control. Going fast on crowded roads but swerving just the right amount at just the right time. The occassional smile but hardly any words.

I just realized I've been blabbing endlessly :/
It's not you, it's just that I don't speak much.

The one with the perfumed (aromatic, technicality) cigars. Boat basin, havana. (Oh, you got them from Karachi O_O) Eyes and closed and stars and night. Of open windows and the freezing air. Of that one song long unheard playing and replaying as if it had never been stopped, it had never been lost. Memories and them flashing.

Cuz I only feel alive, when I dream at night..
Every move that she makes holds my eyes.

The gentle smile at jokes not even funny but eyes betraying everything. Reflecting the quiet pain of parting.. She's going to South Africa for good this Saturday. He said not a word about it. Just that smile that never quiet reached those eyes.

Are you in a hurry to get home?

I met a stranger today.