Song

And then I'm hit by this great need to sing.

Like words and visual art aren't enough. I feel a song coming on, a melody that escapes without my being able to hold it back. And half-formed lyrics that don't make any sense.

I feel like a baby learning to talk.

So I sing... thank God no one is in the house. I grab Jon's guitar and strike a chord. And then I hum a melody because I have to.

I remember the days when I was a young tween and I wanted to be Britney Spears.

A young mindless tween.

Now, as a mindful 21 year old, I just want to be Colbie Cailat.