Voices

They speak and I listen intently.

[clara-77]

Character thoughts

The memories come in flashes. Trying to decipher which is real or a figment of my all too creative imagination is frustrating. My mind reels at the thought of what I was. Who I was. Was I really capable of such atrocities? I try to correlate what I've been told with what I think of myself. It all sounds fantastical. Where did the last 5 years of my life go? How can my body have betrayed me in such a manner?

[clara-77]

Digging up poetry I wrote a while ago.

[clara-77]

Finally putting pen to paper, or rather fingers to keyboard.

For years I have carried these characters with me. They spoke to me in my moments of solitude and slowly trickled into my daily life. They were my constants and in a way have grown into their own as have I. I thought I'd join tumbler and put exceperts of their conversation or just ramblings. Basically an excuse to give them a voice. It only took me ...20+ years.