Matriarch

Of what use is my voice if I don't lend it to those who are unable to speak, fight for themselves?  The instincts are starting to change, blossom in areas I assumed were dead and barren. There will be no turning point, turning back. There cannot be. If destiny is pre-determined then there is no choice, is there?  Awareness is optional, suffering is constant. 

"The Light Of My Life/The Fire Of My Loins"

The trouble with great literature is that it pushes you to explore sides of yourself you didn't know existed in the first place.  For a while it was a lot of fun. The climaxes, the look on their faces as they reached a point of ecstasy and delirium.  Sometimes I'll hear some of the voices, gently reminding me of what a nymph I've been to them. I have been cruel, but also always very loving. It's never about the future with me, I only want to create moments. But how long will this last, am I going run like this forever? Abandoment issues. Older men. The narcissistic cycle of love and destruction. But it has always been worth it. If I could do everything all over again, I wouldn't change a thing.  "পাগল মেয়ে, আমি ভয় পাই না।"