𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑰𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.
I was born on such a day. A day cloaked in stormy skies, echoing with thunderous roars and illuminated by the dancing flickers of lightning. A day, that is morrowpast*.
Like a lightning bolt, I struck the Earth with a force that shook the heavens. But after touching the ground I was unable to complete my return stroke. My luminance dimmed, my energy waned, and my thunder fell silent. The world captured me and captivated me with a brilliance that surpassed mine.
𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁!!!
But I know that my return stroke is inevitable. It’s destiny, my nature, and my calling. One day my bolt will illuminate the skies once more, for I am lightning, and my strike must find its conclusion.
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Random Tu Writings
De TodoA collection of my random writings spanning across genres, themes, and moods. There's no specific story here, just the raw, unfiltered expression of a wandering mind.
