Summer slumber dreams billow in a warm breeze while fall steps out in colored glory and my heart reflects all that have come and all that have gone regret seems a shallow grave without substance or worry so as time passes... and it does questions of what it all meant rise above the sense of …
Tag: question
Taxi Driver
What to say when a question is posed Like a bull in a China shop… The only answer lay dumbfound-ed on the tongue of an exiled wise-ass “So, uh what about you, dating yet or uh, anything…?” That is how the question game begins Twisting in the wind via self-preservation, defensiveness… and A touch of …
Trilby Yates 