time spiral

history repeats itself. sooner or later. and we are never prepared for it, whether we can see it coming or not. because we don't want to. we just don't want to see that. not again. we want to believe it is possible for things to be different. only, they aren't. they never are. in the end, we hit the ground, and that's hard and ugly and stings like the fires of hell. we battle, and we lose, and we fall from grace. from the heaven we were once. but falling from grace, albeit painful, does not hurt as much as surviving the impact. we have, before. we try to believe we will, again. but one day, one fateful day, we will be mistaken, and there will be no more beginnings. no more rebirths. no more sunshines. only despair. only oblivion.