It’s been everything not to get a scrape on my knee, on my elbow, on my face, where I go to hurt. Slow down in every way. Speed up a grip on time. When everything looks bad, it’s just a time to start. I’ll make everything look like it’s happy. I’ll make everything look like it’s rad. I’ll make everything. I’ll make everything a story of love. Finally, finally. A warning, a hug. Slip and tell ‘em a story of love.