Morality

Questioning my morality as well as the usual preaching’s from which are engraved beneath the brain mimicked from the mouths of elders. Although guilt should be familiar territory at this point, it seems transparent, like a needle in a haystack, it is lost and anticipated in rescue, and yet unlikely. Swallowed whole by this condemning ray of sunshine, and the thought of potential hate, displaying its inevitable shadow, reminding me constantly of the consequences of remorseful actions and thoughts pre-meditated.