It is a new year,
presented with shiny new planners, sinless calendars, shrieking laughter, skies of lights and fire, if my gasoline lips kiss the flammable potential in the air we will all explode like the confetti at midnight.

It is a new year
and when the fireworks retire 
and the day tiptoes in,
I am still me
still unremarkable, chock-full of mistakes and stains and insecurities. 

Perhaps the year feels like I do right now
brand new yet same old, both of us midnight children only ourselves in the dark, 
learning how to navigate the nuances of life.

Either way,
we have a long walk to go on 
together.