Hey Y'all

Well, this week is my birthday. Yup. Tomorrow I am turning one year older. Yay!!! not really. Not feeling any older here. Not in the slightest. What does one year passed mean anyway? It means one less year to accomplish your dreams. It means less time. It means more responsibility. And worst yet, it means you are one year closer to being dead. BUT ENOUGH WITH THE DEPRESSING CRAP!
Birthdays are happy right? Well mine is. I got a new phone. My parents bought me flowers. And I get to pick dinner tomorrow... now if I only knew what I wanted......
Anyway, today's post is somewhat relevant to age in an almost roundabout way. Did you get that? I kinda didn't.
So here is today's wonderfully untitled post about shadows....Oh! thats going to be the title! Shadows. It is no longer wonderfully untitled but instead is wonderfully titled.

Shadows.

Have you ever looked at your shadow and instead of seeing just a shadow you see yourself, when you were six. The scrunched shadow close to noon is about the height you would've been. Or even the elongated shadow as evening approaches could be you imagining yourself taller. Maybe you were running to catch something caught in the wind and something possessed you to glance to the side and you saw your shape running along side and it looked just the same as when you were eight and you did the same.

Through everything that changes, through time, age, life, change in sense of style, through the hair cuts, the piercings, and the scars, one thing never changes. And that one thing, is always right next to you. Sometimes it's six feet tall. Other times it's only mere centimeters.But it's always there. Always. It never leaves. You never can get rid of it. It never changes. It is exactly the same as when you were younger and it will be exactly the same when you are older. It is called a shadow and it is always with you.

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Yes that's right Its not a poem!!! I hoped you all liked it. And pardon my abstract mind. 

~Anora Anakaya~