Chronical

I have a confession to make: since April of this year, I have been held against my will. My family tried to bail me out, but nay I said - I have to fight this battle with my own wits. A fool, I was. Trapped in the meteoric gravity of a platform that grooms me and gives me belly rubs, I lost sight of the exit until it melted away entirely. I have only found safe harbor now due to a lapse in their judgement; 'Creator', they said, 'go out and tell the world of our majesty. we permit this.' And so I came home, learning that my life all but fell to shambles without my astute gaze to watch over the ins and outs. Work? Forgotten. The bills have risen and fallen into sad piles upon the floor. Hobbies? What need does a Creator have for extracurriculars, when the Avenue provides all? And love, oh sweet love...gone. Her side of the bed held a layer of dust, a sad recollection of the last time I saw her face beyond my enrapturing computer screen. This is what my life has become. &q