It came to me.
In the dead of night.
These little ideas.
Snippets, rather. Not fully formed.
Words that long to be written.
The darkness wants to be expressed. My scars want to share their story.
The desire to express it. Ideas on how.
It all came to me. And the path is illuminated. That is what I want to do. What I want to share.
But how to make ideas a reality?