notes from a person passing through

Written after having the need to apply lotion to my eczema-ridden, chapped hands. ╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ There are days I look at myself and wonder who I could’ve been. If no one had touched me, no one had crawled beneath my skin before I even knew it was mine. If softness…