****, why does it have to be so cloudy,
Not a rain drop in the skies as I let the tears run from my eyes. Memories are each cloud to take a ride, some fond, while others I long for are gone. Bounce, bouncing, bounces and bounced on every cloud a feeling living on. I must create new clusters of memory busters, ones that live on even when dark skies are head strong. I am in control of whether the weather weathered me, made me who I am right now or continues too storm on.