This is for Us

Of All the Distances

This distance has never seemed so far,
9.6 miles, a 22 minute drive.
I never thought they would feel like a galaxy away.

I would trade all of the trips in my life, to take that path.
Ireland, Boston, Seattle, London, Canada, Paris.
All of them gone.
In order to take a 2 and half hour long bus ride.

I would unwrite all of my words.
Poetry, Stories, Letters, Cursive.
No ink left on paper
So I could walk for 3 hours and 53 minutes.

I would forget all of my talents.
Writing, Dancing, Drawing, Speaking.
Nothing left to create with.
So I could ride my bike for 53 minutes.

But I can't. There are walls, upon doors, upon locks, all with hidden messages.
I can't break down these blockades...
So I'll use my trips. To Cuba, Japan, Ireland, and New England to share stories to you!
I'll create with my hands, my voice, me feet and my body to express my feelings!
I will write and write and write until finally...

Only you can read my words.

Magic - Coldplay