Stolid

I thought you stolid, solid, with only a few squalid thoughts running rampant in your well-regulated mind. There's nothing wrong with that, even if it's wrong. But now I think I see something deeper, something steeper that I might fall into. I find it in the night, but only the light of day gives me sight into your slow and careful ways. So I will search in secret while I save my sensibilities for a safer expression. Someday soon, I think, we will read each word together.