Ever had one of those days when you are on the constant verge of tears? Of course you have. But what about when you have one of those days and can’t quite figure out why—tears without purpose—or seemingly so.
Today was one of those days for me and I found myself in a state of needing to be bled. Bleed the carburetor, bleed the infected, no—bleed me.
There is something to be said and understood about the needed release that can be found swimming in a sodium tide of tears. Saline purposed to sanitize and cleanse us of emotional excess. We cry to be bled. In the clinical, we turn to the scalpel to incise a release point. A simple melody cut me open today—blowing off a pressure of things I do not understand—flow from me—I will find relief.