They say What you see is what you get! But don’t be fooled when you look my way. You might see this more than average woman, not beautiful, nor especially ugly. Not dressed to get your attention, no make up, no flashy jewelery. Not speaking loud when speaking at all. I blend in the crowd, I don’t make waves, I don’t crave for attention.

But I hold in me more lives than you’d dare to try to manage. Characters from the past, the present and the future. Some that probably would never get to exist, if I didn’t house them. Good people, bad people… Complicated people crawling everywhere inside.

They mine through my brain, play of my heart strings to make me cry… Gather my tears to cheer to their latest adventure. They peek at you through everyone of my pores, like windows on a world they despise.

They talk to me, relentlessy. Day and night they whisper to my ear, telling me their tales and thoughts. They turn up the volume to keep me awake at night, distract me at work, entertain me when waiting in the dentist’s office.

I am nothing but a tennant, deciding who to keep and who to throw out. The conductor of a dissonant orchestra playing a hundred harmonies at once. I try to coordinate them at best, and just keep sane when they go wild.

I am a writer… The home, slave and vessel of all these men and women. But you can’t see that when you walk across me on the sidewalk now, can you?

Inspired by the above art piece, provided by Kira for this week’s Kira’s Sunday Scribbles prompt.