women

Women are creatures that will never be understood. Everything is on their time and on their playing field (this is not a “man’s world”). But yet we torture ourselves trying to figure it out and allow them to lease a space in our prehistoric minds.  We drown ourselves in their beauty and envy what they have until the novelty wears off. But in the meantime, we devote ourselves to thinking about them every second. Wondering what they are doing. Wondering if they are thinking of “us”. Wondering if they want to fuck “us” as much as you want to fuck them. But they don’t. They run everything.