He’d started, piecing together, the fragmented parts of his history, as the moments all, came back to him, one, by one, slowly………
Connecting the fragmented parts of his history, trying, to make his story “whole” again, something went missing from his life, as a result, of his serious brain injuries, he’d lost his memories of the past, and some OTHER capabilities too. And, as a part of his rehabilitating process, he’d started to, connect the fragmented part of his history, trying, to make his story “whole” again, but the moments would come and go, and sometimes, the moments that are, too important, will get, yanked from his mind, in less than a split-second, and he’d become, very, defeated, and depressed about it.
the decision of life, right in front of you…
But, he’d still worked, relentlessly, to connect the fragmented parts of his history together again, and finally, after endless number of late nights, sitting alone, at his writing desk, he’d, managed, to weave back up that piece of torn-up-already quilt to its presentable original states, as close as he was able to, at least.
Connecting the fragmented parts of his history, trying to make his story “whole” again, that, is something he will NEVER be able to do, because his story was BROKEN to begin with, it was NEVER close to being whole, and, he will keep on, working hard, at this impossible feat, NOT knowing that he’s, destined to fail again, and again, and again………
Connecting the fragmented part of history, he will NEVER be able to, and, as he grew older, he’ll feel that missing part of his own history, coming back, to gnaw on him, to haunt him, again, and again, and there’s NO way for him, to OVERCOME this, E-V-E-R!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 