Choice
Choices present themselves in the shape of colours, always changing, always merging, always losing the essence of what they stood for. Wanting flowers, choosing diamonds, wanting depth, choosing air, wanting kisses, choosing touch, wanting everything, choosing nothing. Call this day to its end call this stone a heart, call this sail a wave, call this fall a disgrace Blame the footprints left before, blame the fortress built in the night, blame the solitude of time blame the dying light flickering again Whatever you do, choose your ruin, choose your blooms, without restraint and regret knowing they are your own. I have suffered for mine I have lived and loved for mine Never once looking back to see what I didn't choose instead.