it isn't everyday that
you wish for something
new.
not inherently new
just new to you in the way
the sun rise is:
different than the last time
you saw it.
you seem different.
you seem different, but
not in the same way the sun rise is.
just in the way the stars change
shape depending on how
hard you squint your eyes.
or in the way the snow fall
on christmas is cleaner
and crisper than the snow
fall on a random monday morning.
you're both things rolled into one:
the changing stars in the sky
and the chilling snow on the ground.
bright, moving, and pure.
