The hell you choose.
I wrote a poem I guess:
When you think about hell, where does your mind go?
The burning inferno of emotions that lead you down a path. A path that lead you down another path.
Could you break away from this hell that you choose?
Consequences of choices you didn’t even realize you were making.
Yet you walked through a valley whose shadows reeked of death. Never once turning back.
When you think about hell, do you think that it’s a burden you carry with you everyday?
A mix between choices, both of your own and of others. Coincidences and actions and thoughts all buried into the subconscious hell that is your daily routine.
Does this mean that heaven is the escape from the ordinary? But heaven is for another time. At least, when you think about hell…