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…
1.1.1.1. flashing retro orb lights from the past disco ball spin off and somewhere out there in the abyss of bullshit and reflections simmering off the cuff comments and intentions are flying high touch down no return choices made one on one excised from the heart like cancer from the soul scarred and somewhat tattered …
Child of the night sweet innocence of delight with your heart worn out and faded Chambray shirt torn at the sleeve you can't bring yourself to question the blur that follows you around shadowing every secret kept When the time comes you glide with ease across the floor feet never touching the ground The slightest …
Trilby Yates 