Black Mirror by TheDarkRayne

The more I isolate myself, the more I escape. The more I escape, the more I isolate. It has been way over a decade since I gave into the allure of the black mirror. The real world is threatening, draining, unsafe. The real world relies on the sun & the moon, but this screen is ever glowing. On this screen, no one can hurt me. Pixels can't hurt like people can. I can pretend to smile with pain dripping from my eyes. And yet, I feel disconnected, alone, unseen. Now my aching spine & my empty house tell the story of where I've been all this time. And where I've been is not here.