The ringleaders of my imaginary friends are my muses - two brother angels who live in the comfort of my cranial space. I've ignored the existence of Poetry for quite some time now, since his brother, Story, fascinates me endlessly.
But these days, the traitor leaves me sometimes and I'm left to make awkward conversations with Poetry.
Additionally, these odd conversations have encouraged the quiet one to speak up when Story is still talking. This has resulted in quite a few collaborations between by stories and poetry.
Please take your time and wander through my twisted musings. I'm still learning the ropes (muses go awfully quiet when we mention anything technical, don't they?) Comments and suggestions are not only welcome but also highly rewarded.
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