Hiding from the quiet stillness that comes from hanging low off the grid moonlight shoots rays of sadness into my veins slow drip enthusiastic recollection skipping stones across the Sound echos back at you baby there is no time quite like now yesterday is layered in a haze and tomorrow holds promises like a sieve …
Trilby Yates
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…
Trilby Yates 