There was once a good reason for naming her Duality but now she is a thorn in my side. She has inspired conflict in my head that it exhausting. It hurts to have yourself torn in two. It isn't like a conscience where you hear advice. This battle is like listening to parents fight about what to do with you once they are divorced. You know it's over and you are helpless in the matter. You are only the spectator.
Duality.
I'm not the child of divorce. I am not literally being torn in two. I have no people in front of me arguing. I am alone and it is all in my head. Only, it's not only in my head because I feel it in my bones and it crushes my spirit. It saps away my energy and causes tears when I wake in the morn.
This Duality is a test. It is a test.
What is real and what is illusion?
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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