My interest subsides like flood water tides, having rushed inside leaving destruction behind. No instructions to find you can't construct or design, around infectiuous diseases now in the ducts and the blinds. What insurance doesn't cover, couldn't carry is lost, plus the sentimentle value and such various costs, the dream is over. -- Wake-up stiff from drunk nights, the view is different clean and sober. No longer pristine, its' gleaming is lower, impulsive buyers' remorse, lies and liars divorced, the more informed about it seems desires were forced, without intention. Crowd around a coward kid who cries for attention. Try not to mention or reveal your real thoughts. The amount of respect left, it reflects the real cost: Regrets the real source whether it was got or never given. Somwhere in the parking lot, not lost, remaining hidden.