The TV has been off for nearly an hour now, but the glow remains. I can still see the last image there, someone moving from one side of the screen to the other.
I wonder now if they are still moving or are trapped in the act of trying to move. My own holding area for all the forgotten images.
That's what life is, I think. We turn away from some things that we can't face all the way. They get held, just out of sight, waiting and hoping that we will turn around and let them continue moving once again. Those various thoughts and images remain even if the pattern of life moves on without us.
The TV though.. I think what I am really seeing is a reflection there. It turned off because there was nothing to see, from either side. I still won't move though. There has to be some over arching reason to see this now, to be here now.
Perhaps I'm the one that's trapped, held in place by something unseen and only partially felt.
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