Woke up, partial light seeps into dreamscapes and nightmares somewhere out there a thought flies across a cyber sky - no color faux stars shine bright land on the floor next to discarded clothing from the night before a chill in the air and semi-frost on the window-pane child writes I love you finger tip …
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 