It's in the air. The sky is crying. The familiar cold striking pain of the sky's tears hitting my exposed skin. Those won't ever be my tears at least not today. I'm staring at those dark depressing clouds. I hate the rain but it's the only thing that welcomes me with open arms. I can breathe. The pain i know all to well from those tears. I can breathe. I think i'm ready to move on. I can breathe. Oh, look the sun came out. I can breathe.