The Questions {Poem}

How should I live?

How should I spend the hours between waking and dreaming and waking again? What will all this mean in the end when I’ve given back my one last living breath?

Who should I love? Who should I trust to hold this fierce,

fragile heart of mine? Who do I invite into my bed, to lie next to me,

to gather dreams under moonlight?

Who is willing to see my scars, to show me theirs,

and to heal,

one kiss,

one kind act