I carry my Daemon on my shoulder. It whispers

The voices in my head have voices in their heads. I am simultaneously the voices that speak and the ear that listens. I am often at war with my many selves and although I'm yet to fully understand how, I've come to appreciate how this chaos serves as a fertile ground for my enduring blossoming. I thrive thanks to the endless cacophony that this orchestra of out of sync egos produces and I am learning to embrace its tumultuous companionship.