“I remember lying back on my bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to Simon and Garfunkel, ‘Hello darkness my old friend,’ and thinking, If I could express myself even a fraction as well as these musicians express themselves, I could survive.”
“I remember lying back on my bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to Simon and Garfunkel, ‘Hello darkness my old friend,’ and thinking, If I could express myself even a fraction as well as these musicians express themselves, I could survive.”