age and strangeness

in case we forget, the body remembers its age.  and in case the body forgets, the self encased in the body remembers its wears.  

such a thin, thin line--the line as again, its own illusion--between the self and the body.  

the body, the poor body, naive like a child, always attempts to erase the years hoarded in the mind.  how it attempts to clean after itself. 

how the self waits in knowing for the inevitable.  the lines to appear on the skin. waits in certainty for the body to age 

as the self has aged long before the body resigns.