"Trapped Echoes" Blogs & Blog Posts

Here I am for the nth time writing about the topic I oftentimes love and sometimes dreaded, myself. This ambivalence came from the necessity of explanation of ones self for societies impossible clarity. First and for the most society annoys me. That...

“I was on the edge.”  He said, never trembling on each syllable. His eyes fought the unbearable weight of those five words. For him the memory was not only a self-inflicted wound that he nursed, stitch by stitch. It was still a sensitive...