I’ve got so little time. I’m nineteen. Only yesterday, I was
fifteen. That’s what it feels like. I open the window and the cold winter air
pours into my bedroom.
I pick up the guitar and position my microphone and camera.
I’ve only been ... Read More...
I’ve rehearsed for this moment in my bedroom. Away from everyone else. I’ve even got a speech ready. But suddenly I can’t talk. It’s been a long time since I felt half-frozen like this. Maybe that’s because it’s been equally long sinc... Read More...