Alternative time burn out and insecurities soar like the wounded angel I once was. Flying too close to the sun a virtue in disguise - And there was a moment of ease and a desire to lean in closer than allowed; to take finger tips to your lips and hush the secrets away. A kiss …
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 