All that appears to be broken, can somehow be fixed. Although, all that has been broken of a heart, cannot be mended, if impossible. Do not repair what rips the wound open, further.
Please, if you may, ascertain the fallen leaves for their cast shadows. Know the pain by the many wounds. Your droplets will only create rivers beneath eyes, and not breathe the whole ocean into a void. Draw upon mercy as though it were your final sliver of wisdom, for your attempt to heal is an attempt to hurt.