Left
If there’s a fork in the road, for some reason, I subconsciously always aim for the left path. Left just seems kinder. A lighter word, even. Right sounds abrupt, like whatever I might find that way is not as pleasant as the left one. For all I know, both paths can lead to the same damn thing.
But I don’t take chances, I was always one to stay comfortable in my lane. No risks.
I always go left.
I always use the shift key on the left side of the keyboard.
I search the hallways to my left if I can’t remember where my class is.
Pick a hand?
The left.
Left just felt simpler.
Nicer.
Kept me at ease, even when wrong I still felt safe with my initial choice.
The word left…
Its' direction…
What ever it may be.
I always liked left.
It never let me down.
Until I was left alone.
If only I was right.
