Subtle Signals
It's been one of those days where your throat constricts and you can't breathe properly, and you feel like all air is slowly draining from your lungs. You feel vulnerable and exploited, and there's just nothing you can do about it except try to breathe, try to calm yourself down, try not to panic. But it's quite useless, you know. Because no matter what you do, you'll still be gasping for air, wishing for something, anything, to let you breathe again.
It's been one of those days where your mind is flooded with a steady stream of thoughts, but you can't think straight. Your mind is too crowded, too full. And you wish more than anything that you could separate your thoughts, sort the good from the bad, but you can't. They all run together like spilled ink, making it impossible for you to form a rational thought. Your head is filled with nothing but nonsense and worthless words you should have forgotten long ago, but something unexplainable is keeping them there, forcing you to remember when you'd rather forget.
It's been one of those days where everything hits you all at once, like a brick to the head. You realize that nothing is safe, nothing is sacred, nothing is a sure thing. And all along you've thought that you needed a sure thing, you needed something stable in your life, but you received emptiness and uncertainty instead. You want to fall over from how dizzy you've become, but you can't, because something is keeping you up, preventing you from falling. Something is there that's helping you more than your pretty little mind could fathom. It's something bigger than you, something bigger than all of us, yet you can't see its importance, not yet.
It's been one of those days where you feel like you're invincible. You feel like nothing can touch you, nothing can harm you, nothing can bother you. Yet, at the same time, you feel open and exploited, like everything you've ever done is painted on a canvas for everyone to see. Everyone stops to marvel at the carefully painted portrait that is a perfect representation of your soul. The story is there without meaning and without truth, but it has plenty of fabrication and extravagant lies. They'll never get the full story. But they'll search for the meanings and the hidden truths that aren't really there at all.
And now your day is over, but what have you got to show for it? You could always spill it all onto paper, but you'll soon find that subtle signals work best.