There I was staring death in the face. It wasn't an accident on my part, more like purposely. I had never dreamed of living as a victim of constant threat, it just seemed to be in my path. Its funny when i say that, I'm not sure what my path is anymore. I thought I was doing the right thing, maybe i still am. Maybe I should just go back to the beginning, see if i missed something along the way, something important.
Prolouge of Defined Memory
June 8, 2012