Cycles

There’s a cycle I go through where I fall into a hole. Where the proper move is to climb up but what I do is I dig a deeper hole. I dig and dig and dig, until I hit that rock. Rock bottom, that’s what people call it; and then I dig some more. So, when I realize that I need to climb up, well you can guess.

My hands would already be bloody, my arms already sore. The light at the top of a hole is a dot. It happened a lot of times, it happened so much that i know its going to happen again eventually. That even when I reach the top and climb some more so I get higher, I know eventually I’ll fall down again. It will happen forever until that dot goes out and my hands become so bloody, my arms so sore that it could not bear to climb anymore.

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