I am no woman anymore. I have no breasts, no genitals suchlike to match and no long hair. "If anyone asks, tell them it is because I have lost my soul.” “And I am sure my lost soul feels tainted without me.” Expression of love, angst, love, happiness, sadness, love and extreme loneliness governs the priority and the music I hear allows my hapless self to sink and drown. I no more need to feel shy, the feeling lingers on the tips and within his nails as he keeps on grazing. An escape route would be shallow, but as I am no more woman, but more and I am, that, is there still.