No Titles for Duality

I was a fisherman on that boat, and didn’t recognize my teacher.

Years of high blood-apathy levels and ignorance made him

Seem foreign and strange to me. I no longer knew him.

The double life I live, more like a mask I wear, creates internal confusion.

The two sides always striving to kill the other, but maybe one wouldn’t be able to survive without the other. So perhaps I’m destined to always be the child of duality. To always be repeating because that’s just how the Force works according to Kreya.

One part destruction and sabotage. One part creation and living.

An epic, internal battle going on for a millennia.

Nothing but a cycle of birth, destruction, and rebirth.

All to do now is walk with the wanderlust – the only authentic part of my heart.

Have I lost my identity in the pit of shame and remorse, or is that my true self – one who is destined to relive this suffering.

The demons and monsters I play with freely, I shove down into the basement as a cop walks on the block.

Nothing suspicious going on here officer.

Side effects include emotional amnesia and forgetfulness of the helpfulness of others.