Blur.

I used to think life was black and white.  Bad versus good.  Right versus wrong.

But it's not.

Gone are the definite lines of trust, goodness, and loyalty.  They have been replaced.
Replaced by blurs of colors, lights, and shadows.  Each color means something.  Something new, something foreign.  Somethings that wasn't intended.  Another color of the Seven deadly sins.  Another color in the lethal rainbow.

I miss solid black lines on white paper.  The apparent boundaries.  Right and wrong were easily distinguished and choices were easily made.

My brain doesn't understand the blurry lines and the shifting and changing colors.  It cannot figure out the boundaries, where one color ends and another begins - or when an issue morphs into Seven Deadly Sins instead of simply one color.  Have you ever noticed that a rainbow has seven colors?  Seven colors that easily turn into a foggy, messy, maze.

The lines used to be bold, the rules easy to read.  If only things stayed that way.  If only, if only.

Boundaries become gray, cloudy, and confusing.  Positive attributes become harder to distinguish and all that is left is a sensory overload - complete and total confusion.