I find myself in the rocks crushing the waves,
Through the sheets that cover my lips with a foam
That bubbles at the peach coast for us to see-
But never to touch.
Eyes widen;
Bloodshot with bolts of lightning
As sprinting becomes far too common.
When the hands that search me,
The source a bitter truth.
Fluttering through the realities...
Focusing on the next time it will become something;
Something that covers me in too many veils
Waiting for my bond to be knotted
To an infinity I can not promise.
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