My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Yesterday a child spoke about hiding under a desk the sound of gun shots filling the air a repetitive pattern rapid fire he's down the hall long drawn out sounds he is on the other side of the door she said don't cry the shooter might hear you shallow breathes be quiet or he will …
Do we wait and listen or do we take immediate action? response or distraction left right shuffle...do we hear the cries see the blood soaked streets with a reality that really touches us to the core? Or do we detract and ignore? Every day here or there we hear the gun shots we feel forsaken …
It all seems very inconsequential relevant to only a few in the moment perception wrapped in a bloody cloth carried around in a shoulder bag right side of the cause and you will weep for your neighbor kiss the ground you stand on thankful your home remains in tact people in glass houses shouldn't throw …
Trilby Yates 