It floats superficially and fools the world. I sit on the other end where the sun sets and in the morning I can only catch a glimpse. Slowly building up and ebbing away, my emotions crash with the tide. Close your eyes and listen. Those memories will start whispering to you. Regret walks and sits near smiling with her dancing eyes as the chill sinks in; the warmth is too far away from me now. My voice gets lost in the sounds of the waves as I look back and desperately try to grab for the stars. Outlining, but never getting the whole picture. Scared. Of what? I only know too well...
Those footprints of mine slowly wash away with the breaking waves
