Risk

I have to really be honest this time.
How many pages have I written?
How many words?
Hundreds.
Thousands.
Where are they now?
Stuffed between the covers of books tucked safely away on my shelves.
That is where they will stay unless I do something about it.
And if I don't do something about it,
I might as well crawl inside next to them.
Stuff myself between the covers.
Sleep away the risks.