the days run by

And be these juggling friends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.

- William Shakespeare, "Macbeth: Act 5, Scene 8"


The careful words we slide between are filling up the air. We try harder to dodge the conversations. But, the only things we come up with are silences for our questions.

Can this not be fixed?