An Indecisive Battle - A teen's growing problem.

When your insides are squirming and screaming at you to turn away, to leave it all behind but you hold yourself back, a thousand invisible hands holding you back and what's surprising to tell is that they are all your own! This is a war with oneself where no side can win because there's only one side, one side warring with itself, within itself...

A myriad of ideas and a series of infinitesimal possibilities, all of which must be considered, but is there time? There's always time but in this war, even time has forgotten itself. Stuck in a place where there's no moving backwards but also no moving forwards, a place which has more shades of grey than the desirable monochromatic world that we all wish for.

Candor, in fact, is unquestionably non-existent, for a world with black and white, there are always those little nooks and corners which betray, which rebel. Corners where both colours converge to form tones of harsh and soft grays, innumerable shades of grey carrying a deeper meaning, each shade having a meaning deeper than the first...

In this war we're all by ourselves, all by ourselves with no way out. So, now the question is, will we ever find a way out, a true path, a solution to not one but many problems? And will this question remain rhetorical? Well, I guess that's something only time will tell, something that's left for all of us to see...