As I she'd more skin and love more of myself I see others flock. They test me and push me to see if the old me is still existent. I am challenged by man and woman who have consistently offered me opportunity and trust . I have faith that my actions and statements will be looked at as a future for the past to read. Like a time capsule .. nothing is hone forever.. just lost. When found. Is it still as loved and played with... Held and used for it's purpose.. or did we replace it because it was impulse .. and know it's going to be something new and worth less... Now rendering itself added worthlessness