it seems fitting that we are both in this rut
i often wonder how i came to be here and
why it is i allow men to beat me, my ego
seems to like it, seems to accept the pain
as my own: a welcome release of what i
really feel and what i feel is old: old beyond
time and distance, aged beyond growth and
love, old: life is short, it is said, i say it is not
short enough
