Trusting What's Forward

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.