before the lids of my eyes force themselves shut i must remember a beautiful stanza from a poem we had to do in french today,

je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées
sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées
triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit

difficult to translate so i will leave it, but it is from the poem 'dés l'aube' by victor hugo, and it is about the sadness he feels from the death of his daughter. so. i like it a lot.