Dismembered

Clinging on.

I like watching the droplets of water cling to the tip of my fingers. I particularly like the moment just before the droplet falls. The skin is a fascinating organ, waterproof, self healing and breathable. I recently read that within a span of 7 years, every single cell of our body will be replaced. Are we still the same person? Who then are we? What is it that pulls us all together?