richard siken sentence starters.
richard siken sentence starters.
cycles are monotonous. predictable patterns observed by astronomers from eons past, of the rise and fall patterns of suns and stars. when there is light, dark will inevitably follow suit. where there is dark, light will return. ( wrong. painful, blatant lies. ) cycles contain a sense of comfort because of familiarity. the next move is always calculated. nothing is unpredictable nor sacred. these laws also pertain to the ending —- WRONG. because in cycles the end never comes. the being trapped is wound up once more, still recovering from the dizzying after effects of traveling in circles, only made to keep going.
history, on the other hand, does not repeat. it contains subtle ironies that lurk and wait for their time to reprise once more. it relishes through the prospect of attention given by those cautious eyes who keep note of parallelisms in this unending story ; which fate is worse? a soul with bountiful, harmful knowledge or an ignorant fool unprepared for the wave of forthcoming horrors. THE ANSWER: even he, too, is still unsure. the role is not his to choose, it depends on the day.
and it is not his place to make this counter argument. the wisest ( the most vile ) man is the one who seals his lips shut, who refrains from warning others of what is to come. the one who knows and knows the consequences, yet says nothing. some do this for self satisfaction —- the sight of others suffering in their place brings a sense of distorted peace. and in some occasions, this reason rings true for him. but as of right now? ——- the silence is to ensure he survives. to speak against the one he looks upon in morbid sense as a father figure is an unwise move
❛ —– then it seems none of us will ever learn. ❜ words spoken with such bitter resolve, he concludes without ever once looking towards the other that had first spoken ( where is the use ? they both know there is none. ) —- WE ARE ALL TRAPPED HERE. made to serve, born to die. without any means of escape and without a place to go in this displaced, chaotic wasteland. children will still be stolen in the night and those deemed weak, which come in masses of numbers, massacred. the ones left wished they had joined the others. ONE FALLS. ONE IS REPLACED. NO ONE IS REMEMBERED. no one. ❛ —- will we? ❜