breach in the frontal lobe, bad blood
As the decent into this silent region of the brain grows, connections are failing. The markers have all sense been removed. This journey is becoming one of such immense importance that distractions have become a faint echo of a pass man. I am losing the part that was human, becoming something more driven. I have come to a point now, where I know I must do something great, become more. I am Because I will it to be.
Thomas
Thomas