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…
...and the question rises; my heart sinks Into the deep blue in his eyesOur song hums in the background; He touches my left hand...questionMy chest stirs but love hasn't filled the hairline fractures Or smoothed the ragged edgesIs love a possibility? The hands of the clock Continue to circle I have no answers, no quick …
...just hanging around hat in hand daze, wind blows a chill to the bone with a cup of java just waiting to be sipped ever so slowly...warmth seeps through the palms of my hands. Black and white, color Kodachrome sugar coated thoughts pop in and out of the 3rd eye of the mind just roll …
Trilby Yates 