Eggshells

I've been tiptoeing around almost my entire life, afraid of causing controversy, and carting with me the vast stockpile of nightmares from my childhood.

So much baggage for so many years.

Is it any wonder then that finally I have found emotional release in the unlikeliest of places, a writing tool, so simple and so elegantly constructed as to allow the dam to gradually release the pressure crammed against it.

I am so used to walking on eggshells I shall most likely continue to do so, but without the luggage.

And that, my friends, is enough.