Someday your lover will ask you to pick up the pieces strewn across the floor.
Which ones will you leave behind then?
At any given moment, the life coursing through your veins will alter its route.
How much of it will you steer back then?
A couple of hours after someone fills you to the brim, you will start to drain out against your will.
What will you try to save then?
Many years down the line, you will look back at this moment and none of it will make any sense.
How much will you try to rewrite then?
Tomorrow, when you step into the shower, you will have forgotten what it was like to have been completely accepted for who you are.
Will you still cleanse yourself then?
Tonight, when your head rests against the pillow, the dreams of tomorrow will start to creep into your brain.
How many of them will you hold on to?