it is a shame that someone as beautiful as you loses nearly a million skin cells a day. i bet that when they fall, the dance like pale snow cascading down from the most heavenly corner of the sky. the corners of your bedroom must be decorated by little pieces of you, unless you are an avid duster. either way, anything that has been graced by even a mere cell that reluctantly detached itself from you is infinitely more beautiful than it was before you left your microscopic mark.