She bemuses her disbelief
Witnessing the soap opera...
Love, touching, endless kisses,
Relentless invasions of personal space,
Seductions and betrayals...
Every once in a while a marriage...
Everyone is beautiful there.
They emote blindly from a script...
Slaves to predestination.
In these she plays no part,
Being born on the other side of the screen,
They can't touch the things her fingers touch,
And they don't know her business,
No matter how hard they try.
They are as incidental as a click of her remote.
~Dr.M
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We all try to lose ourselves in a fantasy world, even when we call it reality...
Thank you for writing, and your point is well taken... though, for what it's worth, I'm not sure what motive the subject has in this little narrative...
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