i am not feeling okay. my nose is stuffy and my head's quite hot. i think i will sleep now. i'm really really damn sick and to make things worse, these stupid clouds are overcasting the moon :(
I awake?
I am in heaven.
Stars are steering,
and the heavens
are not smiling
their crescents.
All right, my
thoughts are pitch.
It is my fault,
the beating of
my heart. No
extraordinary
pain in mine.
The stars are there
at night. Weakness
falls away, like
mankind on
its endless knee
to the night.
I shall not see
another night,
low, like this.
-Frank O'Hara
