Life. Much of the life I've grown to know is lies. Lies. So many covering the world, like a plague. Plague. A word used to describe some mass horror. Horror, the perfect word to describe life.
There it goes.
An endless cycle.
Life-Lies-Plague-Horror-Life.
We're trapped in the middle. But there are no boundaries. How are we trapped? Can you be trapped when nothing surrounds you? When there are no walls, are you actually in the middle?
There it goes again.
Another endless cycle.
The same question asked many times.
The middle-boundaries-trapped-walls-the middle.
TRAPPED
You can't escape. Escape. You want to from this cycle. Cycle. The word used to describe repitance of something endless. Endless, just like you're plan to escape it all.
Again
When you thought you were safe.
Escape-cycle-endless-escape.
RUN
Then you can escape the boundaries and forget the cycle. Keep running. Wait, now you've got a new cycle. Running. Hiding. The more you run, the less you espace. You've created a new cycle.
BROKEN
So you thought you could escape.
Give up.
You can't fight it.
Run.
FREEDOM
The cycle will then run from you. Freedom, you'll become alive.
THE END |
Submission Name: The Cycle
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