I want to build a tower and call it something.
But, what?
Perhaps I could call it the Tower of Sadness.
Built on a foundation of expected disappointments and cracked oak.
Or, I could build a tower of Euphoria.
The sensations of ecstasy and other
artificial feelings.
All of these voices keep telling me to build a Tower of Love.
But, how could I build something out of a thing that I have never known?
I have yet to find the materials for which it’d be made of.
So for now,
My feeble arms and I shall build a Tower of Sadness.
Perhaps one day a tsunami of Love will knock it over,
And I will laugh at the melodramatic thoughts I had of an older time,
With my love wrapped around my arm,
Waiting for that tsunami to embrace us both.
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Rachel Beals
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