The Cross the Flowers and the Nails by dpmorella You’re at a crossroads, standing in the middle, turning your head looking at all points of the horizon at once. South, north, west and east. You don’t know where you started from, but you are aware that the next step is what you are called upon to take. Which one do you choose? Do you go up, down, right or left? Do you know which way is up? Do you know right from left? Is it not a matter of perception? Is it not defined from where you stand? Four clear paths, one decision. No way of knowing where each path leads yet you need to make a choice. You need to keep moving, forward, backwards or even sideways, you need to choose. Standing still is not an option, you’ve been doing that for too long. You either move or grow roots of your own, never knowing what is out there. The middle is neutral,...