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…
Something about the way a sailboat soothes the weary When the heart is shattered and nothing makes sense The gentle way it rolls and holds with each wave Newport nights a place where a safe harbor And a safe haven align like the stars in the skyOr when lovers move insync I took your hand …
It all seems very inconsequential relevant to only a few in the moment perception wrapped in a bloody cloth carried around in a shoulder bag right side of the cause and you will weep for your neighbor kiss the ground you stand on thankful your home remains in tact people in glass houses shouldn't throw …
Trilby Yates 