The cold, gray sky is appealing to me today. Tiny snow flakes swirl around my head as I walk in no particular direction. Others have felt the way I do. There are survivors walking all over this place. Sometimes, when you glance into a stranger's eyes, you can feel the hardships and pain they have endured. Others are private; keeping their lives a mystery. A nice quality to have. Me, on the other hand, wear my emotions on my sleeve. In fact, I wear them like a colorful, flamboyant coat. I have a huge, flashing neon sign hanging around my neck that reads: " Look at me! I'm emotionally unstable!" Makes it hard to meet new people sometimes...