There are layers upon layers of I grow older they do not slough off but a new one is added with each passing year.The weight of it grows heavier and the changes in it's tone and color and evenness changes. New freckles and blemishes, scars, bruises, appear and grow with each passing day.All the changes represent the things I've done and said. They tell of the people I've met and places I've been. Wishes and dreams are embedded in. Each cell, each molecule, is something else that I've seen and experienced.  It's a bit weird.... the changes scare me and delight me at the same time.

theredlady theredlady
41-45, F
Feb 27, 2010