he hasnt dropped them, forgot them, or anything

i had four other photos to choose from tonight. i couldnt decide which was best. i have no idea why i decided on this one. i dont even think its good. i think i liked the light. both artificial and natural.

its amazing how quickly my stress rushed upon me, consumed me, and rendered me immobile. seriously within about an hour. i couldnt contain it. i kept trying but i couldnt. so - i guess im not as well as i thought i was. we shall continue to work on this.

amidst my mild anxiety attack i was trying to write this essay response for class tomorrow. and my hands were, again, frozen.

i complained to my brother who would listen. he said: "a space heater will do nothing - it's your cold heart that's making everything so frozen."

probably true.

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i asked you a question / but i didnt need you to reply / is it getting heavy? / but then i realize / is it getting heavy? / well, i thought it was already as heavy as can be

is it overwhelming / to use a crane to crush a fly? / its a good time for superman / to lift the sun into the sky / cus its getting heavy / well i thought it was already heavy as can be

tell everybody waiting for superman / they they should try to hold on as best they can / he hasnt dropped them, forgot them, or anything / its just too heavy for superman to lift

iron and wine "waiting for a superman"