"Chronicles Of Anguish: Chapter 1"

It's such a painful thing to give up. You care about it so much that, instinctively, you don't even think about offering it to someone else. It locks you down and makes it a simple task for you to say "no" to anyone at anytime, anywhere. It strips you of self sacrifice and a humble state of mind. Subsiding comfortably in your veins, it packs up and races to your brain anytime something conflicts, convincing you that it's your way or the highway.

You don't recognize this as a problem. You don't seem to feel the razor sharp teeth sinking deeper into your ego. It's all a treat to you; a sugar coated topping on that which you call your life. Do you even remember what it feels like to be on the outside of your confinement? Do you recall the beautiful light you used to cherish that can now only be found on the outskirts of the cell you've built around yourself? Do you even care anymore?

Locked away you caress your pet so gently while opportunities pass you by. A simple donation. An act of grace. A lent hand. These things will help to break the chains that so strongly bind you. What you hold so close to your heart is the one thing I run out of more times than not. The one thing I wish I had more of...to help you. To sit with you. To talk to you. But I don't. I use it. I give it. I donate it. What is this horrible thing you ask that seems to have become your own personal master? Well I will tell you. It is time my friend. The answer is time. And I can only hope that you realize that before your time runs out.