[ WP ] Write your heart onto your sleeve , Reddit .

I sigh and peck away at the keyboard. This is how most of my nights are spent these days. In front of my computer or the TV, letting the hours tick by as I lose myself in digital media. I'm caught up on on my favorite shows. I've played all the latest games. I am not content, but I do stay busy. 
 
 Digital media is my escape. I am self-aware enough to realize that, even as I am powerless to break the gentle chains it has wrapped around me. Why would I want to? 
 
 The chains are warm and comfortable. They used to make me happy when the world was cruel and uncaring. They still do occasionally. There are bits are brightness still, despite their heavy weight. 
 
 I sigh again. The weights of chains nearly matches the ample weight i carry in my belly. Years of living alone have given me a single-man's waste line. I used to care about my appearance. Those days are behind me, along with a short list of good women I was dumb enough to let go. 
 
 That's why I live alone. I was never smart or mature enough to see the beautiful glow of the women who let me into their lives. I was too self-centered. Too naive. They took their bright stars to find men who glowed as radiantly as they did. I do n't blame them. 
 
 Now that my 20s and a small waistline are behind me...... the new bright stars I see are beyond my reach. My wisdom-come-to-late lets me recognize them now, but never approach them. I am the non-blood brother, the kindly uncle, or they have already found a radiant star of their own. Thus, the cycle continues. 
 
 But do n't cry for me. The chains the fill my days and occasionally still bring me moments of joy. I am better off than many in the world, and am grateful for that. 
 
 The timer on the oven has gone off. That tells me to wrap up my story. My pizza is done, and there is a pixel adventure behind the bright light of gentle chains.
