I need stories

I stole the relic they did not sell and

Invented a future for them to pretend,

Their decorated intelligence perhaps

Made a habit of wandering with the-

Stories I created, I travelled with them.

I lived in stories, with the characters,

Their adolescence and lovers and their

Whimsical tales drowned my nerves.
I wanted them in all ages with
Lifeless fonts and their charisma,

Imperfections and inadequacies

They’ll all disappear or die someday

And I guess life wouldn’t be like stories.