Walls seamlessly stretching higher, peeking above the clouds and gazing at the sun rays, hidden behind storms worth of rain and thunder. I'd like to take these walls down. I'd like to believe there's freedom from this downpour on the other side, but with an ear and trembling pressed hand, I swear I still hear rain.

To demo or to to climb? The structure beckons me up, begging for company, promising release. If I sit atop the walls I've placed will I too, see the sun? Is there really any promise of reaching the top at all? Should I lose my balance and slip, would the fall be freeing too? The choices are drowning me.. No. It is not the choices but the indecision that drowns me now. As water fills between the walls that tower over me. As more water fills beneath me, I'm running out of time.

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Although, is it? Is time really running out? Or are my options? After all, I'm not too heavy that I will sink. Surely, by staying complacent the rain that has brought me nothing but sorrow and suffering will rise me above my walls. Surely I will float into sunlight if it rains enough, if I cry enough. There's no way it can't work. There is sunlight at the end of this, above the clouds which cry like me.

It can not keep raining beyond that can it?

I can not keep crying beyond that... can I?