I wake early, have time to think it's too early, before the sweet zing of the moment dawns on me: midsummer. For a brief moment, everything is deep breaths and flowing rivers inside your veins. You book a ticket and for the first time in years, you remember what it is to look forward to something. You had forgotten about hope for so long. Flowers begin to grow behind your ears, inside your fingertips, little sparkles bloom behind your eyelids, you were dead in the gutter, drowning in darkness, for so long there was nothing but bottom and now there is dawn, now there is sunshine in zenith, my legs are not steady yet, do not trust the ground underneath their feet, but oh,
just the chance to walk.
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