We Fall in a Fountain

All the things I used to believe in fall in cascades around me.

I am one person, in the land of broken spirits.
I stand up and try try try to believe.

All I do is try try try to write.
I tell myself often enough.

But obviously not enough.
Finally, maybe, hopefully.

A bear-hug, a kiss, a warmful of love, and maybe we can heal each other.
This is the day. 

And tomorrow I stop dying.

- Shu -