I used to be lonely, wishing for someone to talk to me. Be careful of wishes. It was then that one of them appeared.
Let me warn you: they are like cockroaches. Once you see one, there are a thousand more lurking…waiting its turn.
Now, they won’t leave me alone.
They invade my work. Some crawl into bed with me. A few badger me in my intimate space—the bathroom.
They persist like weeds in a sidewalk crack.
What are they? Or rather, who are they?
They are the characters running free in my imagination—and they all want their stories told.