A choice. Privilege given to us. Knife that shapes us. Hammer that forges us. The way we are saying what we want, what we feel and need.
A choice. Word, one single word that makes our worlds. And once made it never can be taken back.
Some choices take us to heaven on earth, to the best places in bad times. And some lead you to where I am now. To gun held by my own hand, pointed at my own head and to my own finger on the edge of pulling the trigger.