It’s very hard to maintain a façade of steadiness in this world when there’s a jittery dolt rattling around inside of you.

She pokes out in my sideway glances, fearmongers in my left ear at twilight, plays tiddlywinks in my gut and hiccups whenever I eat red meat.

I’ve gotten used to her over the decades, but the world at-large, I fear, never will.

I should say I don’t care, but I do.

Why?

Because it’s sad being ashamed of a part of yourself.

I’d really like that to stop.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe