A Caterpillar Cannot Become a Butterfly without First Making a Home of it's Former Self
They say that the body replaces itself with a largely new set of cells every seven to ten years--what a relief; to have a gradual shedding of previously shared senses, a mutual molting of memories.
Though, I am still scared.
There are hands that I still remember from my childhood. Touches that I cannot forget, that linger like phantoms on the graveyard of my body. And how many new skin cells have I grown since then?