Slowly, I am becomming whole again. Ever so slowly the sickness lingering inside me releases it's dreadful grasp. My insides are churning with the toxins, my skin moist with recent release.
Okay, let's just say I am getting better but it has been a long and miserable road! I only feel old when I am sick.
Earlier today I was pondering the topic of aging. For those who know me that might strike a cord of fear in you. I am not one to grow old gracefully, I am kicking and screaming and digging in my claws. I think I have even possibly reclaimed a few years once thought lost=) Anywho, I was remembering Sunday summer drives with my father mindlessly playing with the loose skin on the back of his hand. He would rub his thumb across the back of his hand and manauver little hills of loose skin as he did so. One day I asked him why my hands didn't have that? He laughed is fatherly chuckle and said, "cause your still a little girl." With eyes wide I was devistated to hear this answer. One more game I would have to wait to play=( He didn't think of it as any fun but boy I sure did! I still don't have loose skin on the back of my hand to play with but it isn't because "my skin is the taut part of a well oiled machine" either.=D
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