Deep within us Echos of the past taunt. Some tainted with regrets left unforgiven. Scars that will never diminish. We walk among the living- the actors perfecting the imperfect, desiring acceptance. A delusion created centuries ago parading through years. Memories of pain and suffering lurk, lurching for freedom. But the stigma remains. The shaking locked box determined to be open still remains closed. A shattered world of broken glass aimlessly walked on knowing one day we will stub our toes. The thinnest thread holding us up will one day grow weak and gravity will take hold. Our echos of our past will determine our destiny. Are we destined to lay weeping of guilt, pain, shame of a past that can no longer be changed? Or are we destined for something more? Something to turn that little corner of your frown upside down.