The High Line NYC Looking back, Taking the first step forward, Inhaling the old neighborhood Deep breath...sigh... Visual memories are like photographs Some make me laugh, Some move me to tears While others tug at the heart strings Slight smile turn the corners of my mouth… Thought about you and The way you would lie, …
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…
