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