If you knew the daggers thrown my way you’d wonder why this water didn’t steam before. My punishment is actually the first taste of peace I’ve had for years as the path I was walking on was filled with eggs already broken. I would do my best to swerve around one only to hit by another that I never saw coming. Sometimes it was just a drop that couldn’t be shut off in the middle of a night to days upon days of floods that swept my body, mind and soul away. In the end this was the only way I could keep some form of “sanity” even if it cost me my freedom peace of mind was just worth it.