I find myself surrounded by unfamiliar things
Yet I feel very connected to them

My own skin
Feels warm and shutters at the thought of your hands
Your hands
Are welcoming and filled with wonder
Wondering what has brought me here
Who shredded the pages to my book?
Who's pages are these that I am trying to piece together?
Here I am surrounded by pieces of pages in a book
About me?
My fingers graze the the pages that you once touched
The flakes of your skin now left on these pages
Now left on my fingertips

Here I am laying in a room surrounded by unfamiliar things
Yet I feel very connected to them