Sore

[x_icarus]

I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
Direct my sail.

Comments

[x-penance.livejournal.com]

Jay? Does the posting on the journals mean you are feeling better? I can be bringing you something, if you would like?

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

I've been having nightmares. That's what it means.

I can't see you right now.