Death will come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon--
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, belov�d Night--
Swift be thine approaching flight,
Come soon, soon!

To Night -- Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

This is my little crypt of egocentrism.
Be prepared to be dazzled by self-absorption,
And stupified by lack of logic.

{me. just me.}
yes. right here