I need to stop and in order to stop I need

 money to spend
  without worrying

 a place to stay
  that is mine
  that is given
   without asking

 a hand caressing
  my forehead
  parting my hair

 some lips on my ear
  telling me
   that it’s ok
   that the world isn’t burning
  whispering
   that you love me
   that we are sisters
   that we are brothers
   that you can be my mother
    and I can be yours

hearing the sound
 of the soil growing
 and not anymore
 of the cars running
 the ambulance
 parting this red sea

we are drowning