Something about the sky is unusal today something about the sky and all the clouds. Something about them makes me cold and lucid on the inside. They make me feel like the world is slowly closing in. The air isn’t sufficient enough for this breathe the air is not suitable for these lungs and yet I breathe them. Rain would be too pleasant just as a hurricane passing in. I see the sky as it passes by...

I feel my arms aching and my legs burning. Everything is moving, burning and changing. My eyes water with the pain that stings my arms as the vains pump up and expose every line that exist within. Every piece of my insides start to push forward, showing what I’m made of nothing is going to save me from this indescribable pain. Im wishing that I was home in my bed without the thought of getting out...