Ramblings of A Compulsive Internet User In Withdrawal

    Unfinished sentences.

Life has a way with them.

Melancholy sunsets and dim sunrises,
Been a while since I witnessed any,

Is the flame of life flickering?

Promises made online.
Loyalties forged in the ethernet.
Recurring thoughts & stories retold.
Were they all the same?
Or were they narrated differently each time?
Remember the time, in remembrance, lies our deliverance;
Upload to a cloud if you wish it to be one day printed on your shroud,
Pristine glasses of wine and those digital invoices of mine,
Those status updates and the check-ins,
Wonder where they are now...
Crumpled parchment and the space age, high definition missed calls,
Blue ticks which bruise as much as the waters of Styx,
In another reality, maybe the wifi network is named differently,
Maybe I am named antithetically as I am now;
Yet I cannot help but ask myself how?
How do I survive this, what led to this dissolution, this deep catharsis,
Undaunted in candor.
Undaunted in life?
Not so much.
Would it be nice to be so, though?
Yes. I believe it would.
The fallacies anonymity allows; Those I cherish,
Loved ones leave, yet I stay;
For what purpose, what devious designs await me?
No internet, no connection, I need MY society,
I need my likes, my upvotes, my retweets and my reblogs,
I need them all...
For it is these crumpled digital notes,
The undeleted drafts that scare me the most. 
Fear and paranoia grip my soul,
Is it just the isolation or is it a digital quarantine,
Aren't they both the same?
I feel so lost, so devoid of feeling, of everything, even of pain;
This is true deprivation.
This is me in withdrawal,
If you could save my soul,
Can you do something greater:
Will you recharge my internet balance and to my online bills; Cater?