A Few Brilliant Ideas...

Guilty. I've used the title of this post more often than I'd like to admit. My mom would often joke with me saying, "You need?" with a sarcastic tone. "Fine. I mean want, whatever. Same thing." I'd reply, brushing off the verbal slip up. However, it was more than an external mistake. It was much more more internal.

Puddle. Drip, drip, drip, drip. Weeping in the darkness. My knife between your shoulder blades. Seeping in the darkness. Drip, drip, drip, drip: Puddle.