The feeling wraps around my consciousness as a sack over a hostage’s head. My senses are dulled. The world around me ceases to exist as I am dragged down a road I cannot see. I stumble and fall along the way, reaching out blindly, desperately for something solid to
Preface I wrote this about my childhood first love. The relationship I had with them was complex and fueled by trauma from both within and without. When I wrote this, I genuinely believed that the emotions expressed were endemic of real love. I realize now that this is not the
I see it in his eyes. A pain deeper than the one he feels with each step. Deeper than the one that forces him to maintain a constant state of intoxication just to walk. It is a pain of the mind; one of great mental anguish. A man whom I’