(this is a conversation that happens inside my head)
She said, "Why do I imagine that I am two persons?"
He countered, "Why do you imagine that you have two hands? Because they are more useful than having just one..."
(maybe i should stop wasting energy on trying to act sane)
I believe (secretly) that I am probably one of the weirdest people you are likely to run into. For years, I compulsively read SF and fantasy - mainly because I was looking for that species of aliens/faeries/elves or whatever who had somehow left me behind here on earth. Now I know different. We are all strangely beautiful beings full of our own magic and mysteries. I would not say, I have secrets... rather, I have become one... I play in this oddly flawed reality as I listen to the sands whispering through my hourglass. When they are all gone, I will wake up into the infinity that is my true home. Until then, I write, play guitar and create art.
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