How the clock ticks.

[ShrowdedPoet]

It’s those times when you know that you’ve fucked up but don’t know what that even means.  When consequences are unclear and lines are blurred too far.  Black and white washing together in a furious gray storm.  It’s those times when you learn that everything is relative.  When logic steers you into an unfathomable truth that you’re really no better than any other man.  Suffocating moments when guilt eats at every fiber in your body but you know that what you did was right.  Shedding the tender outer petals to dawn a thicker skin.  Growing and forever changing.  Rights become wrongs and wrongs are suddenly so very right.  The world a topsy turvy upside down tango in glass slippers.  What are you to do when you must question and look deep for who you really are?  Fear licking at our hearts as we worry that we may not like the person reflected back.  Words and ideas and feelings sloshing around in your gut unsettling your heart.  So many things you wish you’d done better and times that you’d wished for the knowledge that age had brought.  Different eyes to the very same subjects.  How are you to stand when the foundation below your feet is quickly crumbling?  These are the challenges that make the person.