To add water;
To become relaxed;
To become less decided.
I no longer want to tell you stories. You’ll do that. You survive on stories. Few your own. You won’t be helped with mine because you won’t be helped with more. Trading stories and suffering stories is the era you are. And. You are not good at it.
There’s easy things we can do. Waking things. Slaking things. You do not use the word slake. You do not try to satisfy. Lost what the word means. You don’t know still. You don’t know safe.
Calm is not important. Sweet singing is forgotten. Civility is cheap. Abrasion is your story. We cannot raise this barn.
You pilfer pageant. Trammel honor. Waste tears. Elevate trite. That’s an insult. Check things over. Look back a few years. Tell me when wisdom is what you’re looking for. Cite sacrifice.
Tell me when tenderness, tolerance, shelter, warmth, love and celebration is on your mind. Make these news.
I’ll tell you this. Sinking is a story you enjoy. Your politics proves it.
Candidates will tell you a story.