Little Goat Mountain morgendlich

astraeus became more indignant the longer he sat.
why did he come here? to torment himself and languish in self-pity, gratified by the aching between his eyes? he pushed the tears away finally.
he would go far from here, it was time to leave it all —
it was the gargoyle who stared back at him.
ich liebe dich, papa.
when he was a child, he had to pleaded to shut his mouth. now he choked at the notion of trying to form even hello or goodbye,
or i love you.