(breathe)

There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.

-Anna Nalick, 2 am

At noon today, I finished my first draft of my short portfolio piece and sent it off to my advisor and a friend that agreed to review it. And for the last hour and twenty minutes, I've felt such a weight off of my shoulders. I know I'm not done yet--I'll have to revise it, and I have to revise my long paper and meet with Dr. R again on Friday, and I have to write the rhetorical analyses. But for now, I'm just taking time to breathe. And it feels so good.

Only one week to go (minus one hour and twenty minutes, since it's due at noon next week). I can make it. And right now, it seems like I just may be able to do it without killing myself over it (or losing too much sleep).

Aah.