Stationed

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I’m stationed on the same static channel.

I try to give a final farewell.

I’ll walk away but my brain stays stationary. Remaining a few moments longer. When in reality It's been what? Weeks, months, maybe even years?

My brain is stationed on the same TV channel, But what is the channel showing?

A burning red showing a built up animosity towards someone I once held close to my heart. Then a light purple, showing an unrequited love. Slowly this purple slurs into a blue. There was nothing to it, just his pleasure. Grey is the second to last one, nothing much to it. It cuts to the chase showing your fears & anxiety. Locked up safely. Walled off from the others. Finally an icey blue. Showing how I'm still iced to the floor, staring at the television.

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