My heart a black hole of never ending loss of emotion
My mind a vortex of space consuming all
My soul it seems ancient
My body a shell an image that is not me
a false assurance
Nor am I man or women
I am a being
I am a soul with history, with compassion
I am a seeker wandering realms of death
I am one who writes from the deepest caves of mind for the world to see
I am me