Lately I’ve been growing flowers from my fingertips. Trying to beat spring. Punch the world back before it has the chance to bloody my lip. I smile with blood stains in between my teeth, but at least I’m smiling, right? I’ll never find peace in this world because it was never meant to hold my spirit. It’s simply out for my bones and flesh, a part of me is here for the taking. But the important part of me rings freely beyond this space. Calls me home even though I don’t know where that leads me. Faint echos, calm like a morning you can’t forget. Tell me about it in the next life.