Something you literary can not live without.

Drip, drip, drip. What a power and a force from such a small consistent force. It's a beginning to an ending and sometimes it's power get's lost. We ignore it and suppress it but it's stillness ebbs and flows. until we're thirsty and unconscious and delirious wandering where to go. Then when yielded and awaiting for the drip to become a drop. We hold our cup up and surrender and don't want the drop to stop. Come and fill me with that water that has no beginning and no ending. Quench the dryness fill my cup up and never let it stop.