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 through the clear glass and wonder would it all be worth it. The tension in my stomach the wrought thoughts none of it could change the tires spinning and the gas burning. Every mile shows me how darker the world becomes away from you.