I usually talk to God but these days angels forget my mails. I’m not sad, I’m fine. I need someone to listen to my broken lies and empty smiles. Silence is the thirstiest of all emotions, I’ve been on my own all these times praying for someone to find me. I need someone to say me something, someone to keep loving as habit. I usually talk to God about these because I’m lonely and ashamed. I tried so hard to hold all these back but these words are like memories, worth a frame on the wall. I’ve enveloped them inside for long but I can’t keep denying smiles dimples. I’m glad you found this, these words are thirsty to be read.