[Written: 2025-02-25]

This is a short writing to pay tribute to women on International Women’s Day. I aim to depict the elusive pull that women command.

I feel lost in the awe of her. I swear she could be a shape shifting goddess, where every single strand of her hair uncountable lengths of flowing hair can take on a single form of her, holding me in it’s orbit for an infinity. Maybe even longer.

I don’t know where she goes when she’s gone. Or what my perception of her will be on any given day. Nor why I can’t perceive her some days, and why I feel I have forgotten who she is.

But, when I glimpse her in the galaxies that twinkle in her own eyes, I know she has always been there. She had just been letting me breath, because she could see me getting lost in her eye’s again.