This is the place. The many little moments that lit my childhood horrors; what will i become, where will i go, what awaits the future. Its all been decided, slowly and casually, tick by tick. Too slow for time to wait. Too fast for the mind to process. I’ve been going. Going from one point to another. Yet there’s very little change. Change that just can not be sufficient enough to take life into teh direction it needs to go towards. Things are ready yet unplanned. Too unplanned to be ready. Its a mess. Im going to a place where everything exists in pairs of opposites. Where nothing makes sense. Where theres no beginning or end; yet i gotta choose my end. Yet I gotta decide what is it that I want and need. Its time. Time to pour into the battlefield. To stand in the middle of the fight. To get beaten up. To solve and resolve. Its time. Its time to choose the black or the white. The moment is here. Theres no more time to grow up. No more time to shoo away the thought and live the moment. To let things float by as they always have. To let the misery fade away and become a memory. Its time. Time to do the choosing. Time to hold a rein. Its here. The worst of all fears. The best of all tests. The riskiest of all risks.