“Incomplete Choice”

And here I am, the here I thought too far, the here not wanted, the here retreated.  

And hear I do, hearing that door close, hearing my surroundings, hearing their voices.  

And open are my eyes, open past reflection, open breathing in, open by choice.

(choice. my choice… mine?)

And choice I have, choice I hold… choice escaping… choice was mine…

And here I am only hearing with open eyes, here in apathy, here incomplete with lost choice, here in crimson silence.

Choice of crimson silence

Words and Photo By: E. Sepulveda