Distance.

Distance tells me,

That no matter how far you go,

There are some things you can never run away from,

The things close to heart,

and the past that chases after you,

Kinda like invisible chains gripping onto your soul,

and though you keep running,

though you keep walking,

you find yourself unable to break free.

So when will my liberation be at hand?

Has my liberator made himself known?

I keep wondering who?

Am I he?

The only one to can set me free?

and so these thoughts linger.

Travel; we always do,

But where are we going?

A journey we make,

Inwards or outwards?

Lost we always seem,

will we ever be found?

So heavy the night,

So bright this light,

Coffee makes me sick.

Need I say more?