INVISIBLE TO OTHERS

I'm 49 years old. Living in a single bedroom flat. I am single. That's the way I like it. Lonely at times. But I like my own space and pace. I talk to myself. Often scream. There are these characters. Figments of my imagination. Some would call them hallucinations. They are nasty to me. Toxic, twisted and vicious. I call them spooks. Bogies. There are friendlies too. Storylines unfold. All types, horrors and abuse. Grotesque and perverse. Screams-insane laughter People being tortured. All manner of bizarre noises. It feels sinister. Malevolent intentions. Difficult to deal with. I doubt you would know by looking at me. All of this is invisible to others. - Db 🦋