When you are surprised and not. When you are shocked but not. When your confidence drops. When your self-belief is questioned when your very now is interrupted. When your tomorrow’s pain is being born. That later will be the very thing that holds you back. The scab that you later pick. The shit you sift through. The stuff you talk through with a therapist. The narrative you tell yourself forever. Did the deliverer of such pain even give you a second thought? The moment they left you with a ticking time bomb.