April 02, 2003

Peeling

My face, neck, and arms are peeling. Sometimes I forget this, and I reach back and scratch my neck to find a slightly moist potato-chip sized slab of flesh greeting me when my hand returns. Other times I try to scratch it off; standing in front of the mirror I look for weak spots and root them out, making some progress. Sometimes I just wait and let it dry up completely and fall off.

I am changing. Sometimes I forget this, and find myself reacting to new events and old friends differently than I did before. Other times I try to change; standing in front of the mirror I look for weak spots and root them out, making some progress. Sometimes I just wait and let things fall into place.

Either way, I am changing and my new, true face is slowly making its first appearance.

April 2, 2003 02:26 PM