cherry

spiral

a year older but non the wiser. the years pass and i wait for the wise to appear. but the same mistakes i make and the same cracked lips i break. time and time again. it repeats on me. my breath drying out and my mouth turning stale.

you wise old fool where are you lurking?

with knowledge there is power. but what use is knowledge that is easily forgotten?

it is this that keeps the wise hidden and locked inside their inner sanctum. how can i ever grow wise with my age if i cannot remember the mistakes until they are repeated. again.

again.

again.

again.

over and over they churn and and boil and bubble and dry up into space. in space the never ending cycle of death is spinning. spiral. control. it's out of.

HELLO

hello

can you hear that echo in this hall of mirrors? here you will see my life reflected upon itself ten million times. there-in lies the problem.

one year older same mistakes again. repeated forever until repetition is a single reflection into death.