Towers.
I'm trying to remember what it was like to have stuff to say. To have a point of view. I use to write and those words used to carry my voice. Now I can't recall the sound of them. It makes me sad. But it is one sorrow on top of many. I'm hoping, if I can cure the one at the bottom, the rest will fall away. I just wish I had more control over the things that will make my life better.