Shape Shifting at Twenty One

It’s another year, another day. What’s the difference?
Things change, it’s just that you’d think they’d change drastically. But they don’t.

Last year, I slept 20 inches from the side of my bed. This year I sleep 21. 21 years off a cliff, and still spiraling down.
Although I’m falling, sometimes the hourglass flips abruptly and has me flying sky high through grains of sand that look more like vague faces. Faces that pass by without stopping for one curious look.

Falling through sand. Or was it flying when I met you?
Either way, there’s a reason to smile at the end of the year. And today, it’s that one extra inch further into my blissfully cold bed, and closer to the other end where the sand simply runs out.