November 27, 2009


Karachi.

My heart aches when I land here.

And nothing

Not family, not friends, or places-to-go, or things-to-do

can distract me

from the all-consuming, awful sense-of-loss

that this city invokes.

Karachi.

10 comments:

Jaded said...

And all the sympathy in the world may not help...

Prayers for you and yours... always!

Anonymous said...

There, there.

Lonely Perverted Soul said...

You just wana run away sometimes.....

Fareed said...

True that, though not everyone is that averse to a reality check now and then.

Anonymous said...

You're adorable.

*RJ Mode* I dedicate this awesome track to Xeb. *plays* coldplay's a rush of blood to head.

Xeb said...

J: Sympathy never helps, I've found. Instead of comforting me, it makes me feel both depressed and angry (usually at the sympathizer. But thank you for your prayers, I appreciate them. :)

Anon: In light of the above, fuck-off.

LPS: You do. But then you realize there's really no place to go when you're running away from yourself!

F: Karachi isn't a reality check. It's more like a vacuum thats sucks away everything. I don't think I could ever be happy in this city again.

Anon: That really was an awesome track. Thank you :)

Anonymous said...

I actually feel that way a lot. Buying places and burning them down, they do terrible terrible things.

Xeb said...

Anon: Places don't do anything. People who live in them do.

Anonymous said...

People go away. One moves on, life goes on, but them places, them memories, they stay woman. They stay a long time.

Xeb said...

True.