ode to a subcuteneous swelling!

i said goodbye to a part of me last thursday. it's been there for years, don't remember from when. but i do remember telling my classmates in school that it was some kind of a communication module with which i contacted my fellow aliens from outer space :P (well, quite a few of them believed me too!). and growing up, i don't know how many times i rolled up my sleeve to let people touch it, just to see their horrid-amazed-terrified-surprized-shocked faces.

the doctor said it was an external object stuck in my left arm for years. my friends thought it was a tumor. i didn't think anything about it up until it was gone. i feel a bit empty. it had been with me for so many years.. it didn't hurt, wasn't visible, didn't give me any trouble whatsoever. i wonder how it will feel after the stitches are gone. i'll run my fingers over it, there will be nothing...

goodbye my notatumoranexternalobject. you will be dearly missed.