The day before the last day of the year any year with some reluctance and reflective pause we move forward spinning like a top like a wild beast is chasing us the wind whistles silly baby songs in perfect tune of days gone by but we move forward because that is what we do that …
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 