Tree of truth (Choices)

by Christos Polydorou

We make choices.
People, life, death.
Sometimes they are the right choices.
Museums, royal parks, literature.
But sometimes they are the wrong choices.
Friends, lovers, family.
The possibility of one’s life being hell is generally mostly fulfilled by the hell imposed by other people.
Heaven is not something we ought to carry.
Take me to where I need to go.