What do people see in me on the first impression? Can they still see what I was until not long ago? Is there any imprint left from the love I knew? A rebirth mark?

Love in all it's emotion, surpasses the physical. Without even the faintest touch,it leaves it's imprint upon you.

Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.

We were all young enough to take Reagan's imprint.

Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix.

As in this body, there are for the embodied one childhood, youth, old age, even so is there the taking on of another body.