i used to have such nice skin. i took it for granted. expected it to stay that way. i was so unimaginative.
do you ever find yourself, in those moments right before sleep, head tilted and eyes closed, back in a place you had forgotten you had been? back when you were friends with her, crying over him, wanting nothing but to stay there. you roll over, new cheek on fresh pillow and you realize you might still be the same person but you will never be the same person again. and then you fall asleep.
do you know what it feels like to be in love? with yourself, your partner, your life? it feels like less like falling and more like jumping. it feels like knowing you will land. soft. it feels weightless and full of gravity and it feels like barefeet on hardwood floors in the middle of the night. it feels like home.
it feels like the memory of clear skin mottled with age.