The thoughts came in a whirlwind, moving faster and faster, and at some unknown time, Leonel's thoughts began to flow. It was like the thoughts of his heart had helped him to focus, trying to find a central kernel of truth that was Leonel Morales.
For a long time, he had been lost.
In the first portion of his life, he had been led by his future self, led by the nose and controlled by a man who he had yet to become… a man he wasn't even sure if he wanted to be.
Not long ago, he had broken free of those constraints, but it left him confused. His personality seemed to sway with the wind, confused and aimless, as though he had no sense of self or being at all… and the one thing that was truly him, the singular kernel that he was undoubtedly certain was Leonel Morales, also happened to be the one thing that he was just as certain would harm him.
Now, his mind was cracked and fissured, and the only thing that could seem to fix it was understanding himself…
