Took a much-needed walk outside with him under the stillness and silence of midnight. The seduction of demons all day, and could not be comforted. In the end, silence and darkness are as much a source as they are a cure when all means to apologize for being complicated, for harbouring maddening and mysterious passions or dispassions have been exhausted, as they are as much a mystery to the one who harbours them as they are to the beloved who suffers their emergence, their emergency, complexly, perhaps deliciously.
Dust some crumbs off your lap: