A rush, adrenaline high - his hands shake walking away back stab left over son of a bitch silence engulfs the space on the floor, simplistic empty hole in the wall; questions follow and wounds never heal they go underground waiting for another day to step out and sabotage what tiny thread of hope that …
Tag: bias
Thread Of Intent
Gliding through life holding onto what ever seemed to fit at the time; - any given circumstance But, truth be told, truth to behold, it never genuinely did Now, as I glance back awareness is an acquired virtue, an eye opener, a solid transforming kick, a heart stopping pause, without hesitation, deep breath - no …
Free Wheeling
I don't know man I'm drifting around kind of blurry eyed and every time I think I've got it right - every time I think there is a turning of the tide some asshole steps up and shines a bright light on all my hiding places And I am not sure if anyone cares and …
Trilby Yates 