Late Night "What If"

What if every line, wrinkle or blemish on our skin represents a feeling or emotion or event that happened to us that we can't describe so instead it forms on our skin as living proof of our past experiences?

I think that's why we wrinkle as we grow old. It's like a story of our life, printed in some secret language only God and maybe angels can read.

I'd like to think so.

I'd also like to think my thoughts are pretty profound considering it's the middle of the night, but this "what if" has probably already been thought of before. Nightienight!

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