“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.” ― Ray Bradbury

When I write

My words feel stone cold

And lack true emotion.

How do the words spill so easily?

Of situations, I had never so much as brushed

Yet I cannot bring myself to write

Of anything but the things I write.

Please forgive me for my insolence

And brash actions

For continuing to write

About things

That I know I should not

But the words just won't stop

Flowing from my head to my fingertips.

But if I don’t stop

I fear

That the things I write would

Come true in my life

And rule all I have known.