“The pine tree seems to listen, the fir tree to wait: and both without impatience — they give no thought to the little people beneath them, devoured."
What is it about a pine that makes me feel better all the time with those soft arms out and reaching for a sap-filled hug?
What is it about a pine tree that makes me wander like that and hold you tight forever with a hug, my soft arms; boughs tight and sap-filled.
What is it about this existence that makes us all weep at the thought of it all and again the next night for the same reasons.
What is it all?
What is it about a woman? What is it that fucking drives me like a Wartsila-Sulzer RTA96-C turbocharged two-stroke diesel engine; 108,920 hp.
Fuel drives it all, be it love or sunshine or oil.