Here, there, and everywhere,
In my own body, in my own skin, I am restless.
However, you might remember my skin or my scars,
My scars have new friends now.
Reminders of past and present,
Evidence that time has re-shaped me, reformed me.
With new pieces you can’t recognize,
Thus don’t expect me, you won’t know me,
Unless I share those innermost parts of me,
But don’t hold your breath,
even I can’t find those.