Signs

I am not sure if it has always been like this, or maybe I am just seeing what I want to see, but it has been a good week every single thing around me talks to me. By sign language. I ask questions to myself or my friends or my family or my beloved, and my everyday life answers them...by means fo random people's remarks in the shop or bus, songs, Facebook posts, movies that appear to be on TV T that very moment and on that very scene.
I am afraid of these signs. They support me to do wreckless things, wreckless things that will make me completely happy...I am afraid of the signs.