Tied

i write because i enjoy watching this translation of feelings and thoughts into words appear before my very eyes, these materialization of a moment. seemingly intangible yet every bit real, i know this is the closest i can get to reliving a time i want to see. good or bad.

these shackles around my ankles,
lesions upon my tired feet
and this blistering heat,
i know for sure,
this distance is one of that between stars
no time in this space will cover
this meaning of so near, yet so far.

and oh, happy birthday daddy (:
you are an arse sometimes, but most of the time you are still a father.
(be so glad, im not writing about you)