I can't believe it's this month or this year.
I still can't believe that I'm even here.
I wonder if I've changed or if it matters
if I've stayed the same.

The lines that kept contrast are no longer
definite, I wonder if this shallow body could
have some depth to it.
I wonder if the curved-edged-hemisphere
will appear more clear, if I could only tip-toe
towards it.

Constantly falling down isn't failing, it's gravity.