My shadow dances in the surf, White sand with all its imperfections stretches To the edges of the horizon and beyond; - a necessary growth surge That place, beyond, has flipped my internal script - a self proclaimed narrative re-write Each step playfully kicks up stardust, Stirring up the undertow of my senses, my soul; …
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 