a mess || brian quinn
Messes can be created in an instant. You could knock something over or spill a glass, causing a puddle of liquid to seep into the carpet. Perhaps you slice your finger open while chopping up vegetables; for blood stains most things. On the other hand, messes can build up for awhile before they can actually fit the definition. Like the ones that I create or cause. They tend to happen over a longer period of time due to the fact that I have a terrible tendency to let things pile up to a dangerous point before I realize how bad the mess really is. And then, at that point, I don't even know where or how to start cleaning. The mess becomes overwhelming to a point where I can't even pick anything up before telling myself that it's useless; that I'll never be able to get it completely clean. And that's when I let it consume me. The mess eats at my skin until it manifests itself inside of me. Then, it takes over my body, and it doesn't let go until I cave in and accept that I am the mess.