I talk to God but the sky is empty...

You know how people talk about heartache? I realise now how it feels - its like vise-grip in the centre of your chest... a constant choke hold that makes you feel you cannot breathe anymore - in fact, makes you feel its not worth breathing anymore.
I detest confrontations... I cannot make myself do it. The truths that I discover - are they really true? How can written words lie? Do they lie? Do they not?
Where do you draw the line between flirtation and cheating? A whirlwind vortex of words and emotions fly towards me - the backdrop - a million shades of grey.

Labels: heartbreak hotel

All is well in la-la land, and I am just checking in to assure you that I am - after all, alive.
Maybe not thriving. Maybe still confused. Maybe as much of a joke as so many of my so-called friends seem to think I am, but alive.
As well as can be in these uncertain times, when you don't know if you should even rely on your own feelings and instincts - when all they do is scream about storms that are gathering momentum. Its like watching a car crash in slo-mo - realising the potential for destruction - yet unable to act/react.

Maybe this too, is in HIS plans for me. Steel is forged in the hottest of fires - but dear God, when do you stop burning?