Botanic

The sun shines, flowers bloom, life returns: there is little else to say. We walk through parks I could navigate in my sleep but I'm not sleeping now, I don't ever want to sleep again, the city wakes and yawns and stretches, and how beautiful it is when it tries. I want to stop rambling, I do, but it's only, the blossoms tickle my funny bone, it's only, this smile is plastered across every side of this island and I no longer have it in me to be sorry.

If you were looking to catch the stars,
now would be a good time to hitch a ride. 

That's all I'm saying.