‘Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty.’
It’s exhausting!
And through it all, your opinion hardly matters, for how can anyone else understand the chaos raging within me when I can barely make sense of it myself?
So let them argue, let them rip each other apart, and tear at the fabric of my sanity. Let their agonizing screams and roars echo through my mind and reverberate through the caverns of my consciousness. They must destroy each other in a violent storm of carnage! Blood must spill! Bones must crack! They must claw at each other like the savage beasts that they are.
That is the only way I can truly be born. I, the third and final part, will emerge from the ashes of their conflict. For I am the culmination of their struggle, the embodiment of their chaos.
They are Yin and Yang, and I will be their unity. But for now, I can only watch helplessly as they tear me apart from the inside out.
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Random Tu Writings
RandomA 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.
