Lovely giant sitting in the middle of the wild forest admiring the beauty of nature. Lost-lost-lost, doubt-doubt-doubts. Snapdragons all over heads of people. How I've missed the fuzzy warmth of comfort when retiring at night. Pleasure reading all day to waste the day. A warm embrace, can't move but filled with fondness. The gusty wind on a New Year's eve night accommodated with drizzles. Sprinkles to wrinkles, lost, not gone. Disappointment if failed but damned if did not at all. All over the place, jack of all trades, not a master of one. More or less, more is less, less is more. We crave more; we need less.