I don't know what we've turned into over night. A ball and chain around your tongue. Spread and distribute only if it is deserved. Sensitivity gives way to numbness. I'll be the judge of my own beliefs. People's smiles and and eyes no longer interest me. I could recite their story before it passes their lips. And I'm no mind-reader. I'm tired of hiding behind black curtains. Let the sun warm my skin. The team you have assembled is redundant. Start over