Time use to tell me everything; the loud ticks as the hands of time passed by and the sun rose and slept while the moon played its midnight role. But now it feels as if time stretched itself to make me unaware of where I stand and forbidding to give me a time of day. Shattered glass from my wrist watch bursting in the air as it scatters along the rock hard pavements. A shock leaving me confused while I walk and have the broken pieces sticking underneath the holes my shoes—time stopped for me, leaving the sun and moon shining with no idea what day it is. Maybe it was time telling me to not pay attention and let it forget the sight in me and opportunities pass behind me like a gust of wind. Then again i’m unsure about all these traveling thoughts that drive me into the depths of the 12 am wake up call; stuck in between time and what turns me upside down. Is time on my side, maybe, but I can’t depend on it.