Alas, I know that my wait has been in vain.
You and your words have been to me like an elaborate castle built from the sands of the ocean shore at high tide.
And with all the might of my mind, I have held back the tide like the tears I have yet to cry.
I remain here, stuck in a seemingly endless loop--a moment in time holding back the tide.
The castle is a beautiful dream and my power ill-spent. I've loved the castle and I've loved the hope that came with it. For that, I am grateful, but the tide must come, and time must roll on. For, who am I to stop the tide?
