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…
There is a sliver of hesitation between what love brings And what love takes and yet the desire to attain it...remainsA heart beat that bounces; not an echo or flat landingA thread connecting the heart, the push and pull - the in-betweenHow often can a slight blush of the cheek Turn into much more than …
....thinking back don't give a damn about so many things that used to be paramount to this vehicle this lump of flesh and bone saltwater draw like a fish I could jump in leap of faith no wings of better angels fluttering in the perfection of a sea breeze just the magnification of gills lung-esk …
Off to my right somewhere deep within a void of empty space time lapse shifting gears reverse I can hear voices silly chatter from Pretty Girls silly chatter that is reminiscent of days gone by like a sledgehammer coming down on me slamming against my brain opening old wounds the ones hidden deep inside wrapped tightly …
Trilby Yates 