Yamez
Oh thought... Both a dear friend, and hated enemy. I never choose what side my thoughts may be on. They pick their own sides. The only choice I get is either think; or just dont.
I had always wanted to be a husband. I had spent years tracking down that perfect girl, who was to be my wife. Looking back, it was one of the best decisions I had ever made.
He worked hard to provide for his family. They never really took too much time to appreciate what he did for them. His wife forgot to say goodbye and that she loved him. Then, this plane crashed before he arrived at his airport.
This wall is stopping me. Its keeping me from getting to where I need to be. I must find a way to get around it. To climb it, perhaps. I might need to tear it down, to destroy it. This wall wont keep me from getting to where I must go.