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…
Emptiness is a hollow space longing to fill a void Longing to feel a sense of grace ...sanctioned by the loved and lost Where all the plus and minus’s are scorned Thinly veiled and sharp edges cut deep wounds Splinters of blood appear thicker than water And grace will come like a ray of sunlight …
Days begin to fade away Newport sunset lingers dock begins to sway sentimental thoughts make my heart ache but not with the intensity as before images seem so fresh I can reach out and touch... there is this very fine line between love and guilt wrapped so neatly in metaphors our lives meshed together …
Grand gesture from high above fine line crossed by the remaining faithful and I continue to fall short of expectation when there is no place to land... ...float away on a cloud of perception rejoice in the abstract reflection I''ll lose not a night of sleep and pause at the mere rejection of your love …
Trilby Yates 