A Passion, The Fuel To My Fire

It is a passion fueled by the mundane, 

These transparent things that go unnoticed, 

Ones that we would much rather ignore. 

But in the mind of a poet 

They are much like gasoline
To a continuously burning flame. 

I am often asked 

If I am writing about a specific person 

Or a particular event. 

It is often assumed 

That the words I write are the absolute truth, 

When in fact 

They are simply a tangled combination 

Of obscured fantasy and life itself. 

For one cannot create fiction without reality 

As we are all merely characters 

In another's chaotic novel.-