'The sound of screeching tires at midnight, enchants my ears. Suddenly I have an unattainable urge to write these words down...' A selection from "Midnight Records"
She creates poems concerning the thorny matters of family life, to later years when the ideals of divinity and humanity alike are shattered.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Sounds of my soon ill-fitted fortune.
An intervening contraption to halt
My life as I know it
Discreet basis reminds me of better days.
Find solace meager one.
Sawyer exposes her innermost sentiment on these once naked pages, divulging secrets of the past and prospects for an optimistic future. Once immersed in A Fervour of Truth one can experience the adoration, sorrow, strife and elation we encounter each day.