Life stories

We often forget that our life stories are in our bodies. How we were born and grew. What we touched. What we saw. What we felt. What we dreamed. How we were broken and healed. How we stumbled, bled and got back up. How we gave and took. How we touched and were touched. Who we held. Who we trusted with intimacy. How we made ourselves in space and time. Our pain, our failures, our grief, our joys, our orgasms. The way we pulled other bodies into our own. The ripples our bodies made when we jumped into the lives of others. The way we made new life. The way we died. The way we rotted. The ghosts we left behind.