Rainy days. I feel like the sky has been crying for me lately. I hope it washes away all the filth that clouds my view everyday in this place. I just want to be able to see. The delicate tapping on the roof. The clashing and rumble of the thunder. The weather is reflecting my mood or temperament. I feel like a void of a person. Or rather like a ghost that doesn't realize it's dead. Trying to go about my business and not realizing no one can see or interact with me any longer. But here I am going through the motions, trying desperately to get my unfinished business done. I don't even know what my unfinished business is...I just wander around, hoping, trying, doing whatever I can...I am a broken record destined to remain skipping on this part until finally I am so worn the song ends.