I think I've listened to this song 50 times already this morning.

My Heart
Paramore
All We Know Is Falling

I am finding out that maybe I was wrong
That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone

Stay with me, this is what I need, please?

Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own but what would it be without you?

I am nothing now and it's been so long
Since I've heard A sound, the sound of my only hope

This time I will be listening.

Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own but what would it be without you?

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
This heart, it beats, beats for only you

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours
(My heart, it beats for you)

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart, my heart is yours
(It beats, beats for only you. My heart is your's)
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart, my heart is yours
(Please don't go now, Please don't fade away)
My heart is yours
(Please don't go now, Please don't fade away)
My heart is yours
My heart is yours
(Please don't go now, Please don't fade away)
My heart is yours
My heart is...
yours
my heart is yours...

You know what I think about most when I look at Rodin's "The Thinker"?  How uncomfortable he must have been.  He's sitting there, on a rock, naked, with his chin resting very uncomfortably on his hand which I'm sure would've fallen asleep very quickly in that position.  He's leaning so far forward on the rock that he had to have either been attached to it, or constantly employing his abdominal muscles to keep himself from falling forward.  Then, the rock that his feet are on is uneven and therefore severely uncomforable, and it seems as though he's trying to use his toes to help his abs keep him from falling off of his rock.  When you're thinking about something as hard as he apparently is supposed to seem, would you choose that pose or that perch?  I wouldn't.  Maybe he's punishing himself.  Maybe that rock/seat was really close to the edge of a cliff and he was trying to decide whether to stay or jump.  Maybe he was hiding from someone, and this rock was the only place he could find, and that would explain why he settled for its uncomfortable-ness.  Who knows.  Wikipedia says "It depicts a man in sober meditation battling with a powerful internal struggle....The Thinker was originally meant to depict Dante in front of the Gates of Hell, pondering his great poem. (In the final sculpture, a miniature of the statue sits atop the gates, pondering the hellish fate of those beneath him.)"  I guess when you're thinking about such serious things, your posture doesn't matter.  It's a beautiful sculpture, either way.

I'd forgotten how much I love to read.  I'm a much more imaginative, creative person when I'm reading a book than I am when I'm watching a movie.  I've come across so many books recently that I can't wait to read.  Who needs television when we've been equipped with such an invaluable source of creativity?  It's fascinating, really.