Last eve lingered pleasant upon the hedgerows, I awaited a languid night from the veranda. Of my mind, I desired change and sought only space to allow it to occur. The nagging matters or the expanding beyond were content to dissolve into a Mediterranean clime. This retreating pleasant was salvation and mount olive my fellows
Sleep would come to me in my books as would dreams, of these I recall only shadows betwixt vaguely remembered fright. The nagging callers haunted me and found me everywhere. Should I cast myself upon the wind and fate they would greet me wherever I arrived. Always established and ingratiate to the new metropoli. I a stranger even unto myself.
The dark beast and his mentor presented to conspire round robin to vex me. Though oft the specter was the two intermingled to a single entity of dread. Dreams of the sea were my sole comfort, I could throw myself into the gyre of its mercy, though even the deeps held something in mind. The waters wretched me out as bile again and again, and there on the shore my paired spirits awaited.
Yours very truly