How my heart burned in my breast all the day! How dreadful it is, like anticipation, only there’s nothing. There’s nothing to anticipate anymore; nothing to hope for or look forward to. It’s all over and done, and I’m alone. I alone go on of us all. While you all sleep, I’ll be dreaming, daydreaming, and planning. Perhaps, as the weeks and months and years come on top of one another, I will, in some age-wrecked future, redeem my life; perhaps I will use this existence for some good. But without you, the captain of my heart, how shall I?
O Captain of My Heart
Tale Told 