Writing has come alive in me again.
I cannot stop it.
I cannot hold it.
I cannot tame it.
A wolf running towards all the sheep.
I heard a Man in a coffee shop one day say
that a Man escaped from The Grim Reaper
and fell for Insanity.
He was either talking about Women or
drugs. Two elements that have an
uncanny resemblance.
Women, addictive as they are.
Drugs hallucinating as they should.
The Two combined together.
A deadly time bomb.
I cannot say it.
I cannot prove it.
I cannot argue about it.
It just happens and flows through
one’s hands.
I cannot defy it.
It’s just there.
Waiting to be released and
as a bird learns to fly
writing also grows wings
and just floats through the sky.
Women, Drugs.
There is a flip side to this coin.