TITLE: memories are the only thing I have left

Sometimes I wonder about this body. I think back to its natural beauty. I remember long hair, slim waist, breasts. They say that the human body renews every seven years and almost every hair, skin or bone cells die and are replaced by new ones. So where is the memory of the old self hidden? In skin folds? Scars? Dreams? Time is up - I'm and I'm not myself anymore. I have memories and a returning vision in which I tenderly hug a sleeping person.

AUTHOR: Przemysław Kot (Poland)