My state is a questionnairee. Maybe yours is sun drenched liquid. Everyone will salt their beef according to taste. You can only do you and let the conversation drift away. Words are inconsequential when actions hold the key. I feel like I have a key hidden. I might be turning they key in the door already ever so softly with soft squeaking or the lack thereof. We all have doors to open and memories to close. We all have people to hate. We all have love to convict.