Here, In My Head..

so, this is risky.
but i'll do it anyhow.
i have these people in my head, kind of.
well, not really.
yes & no.
see, i write. a lot. all the time. everywhere.
and,
well, each of my experiences has taught me something, and changed me, every time.
and so the person that i used to be or the wisdom that i gained kind of metamorphosed into people, and they sort of live in my head, but not really. they're kind of there, and kind of outside, on their own, tending to things, like their gardens, or skeps, or boats, or just doing whatever it is they do.
anyway, i know this all sounds crazy, and you aren't meant to understand it all, but i just thought that i'd kind of let you know who they are, just in case i mention them in my writing, which i often do, because i talk to them a lot.
anyway, here they are:

Meridian: he's 19. he'll always be 19. he doesn't believe that love can ever be good, that it can ever last. he know's he'll always be hurt in the end. his hair is blue. he knows how to cry. he will never age. the scars on his arms tell "where the razor's been".

Captain Parcel: he's a grizzled old Sea captain who's always on the seas, co-existing with his salty mistress, never taming it, never trying to, but he knows how to navigate it and learn from it, and deal with it. he knows how to sail, and how to fish, and how to swim. he knows all there is to know about the sea and the oceans and all the bodys of water in this world and any other. and best of all, he'll teach you how to sail, if only you ask.

Jonas, the Beekeeper: Jonas is beautiful, he is in the Autumn of his life, and he is wise. Winter will not touch him. He speaks with the bees, and he knows their secrets. He teaches the Way of the Hive, and he is kind. but he is honest, and because of this, he can be intimidating. His bees will not sting you when you visit, but only if you have stripped yourself of your lies and masks. The bees can see beyond that, and Jonas can as well. They have no patience for deception of any kind. The Hive's justice is swift and sweet.

Phyllis: she is cold. she is angry. she will not let you touch her, don't even ask. she is afraid to sleep alone at night. she knows it happens everyday, she knows that life is cruel sometimes. she keeps a gun under her pillow and in her purse. she is afraid. she is cold. she is alone. her hair is grey.

so those are some of them.
i'll tell you about the rest later. i'm tired now.