A swirl of bright colours and perfect faces;
cheap laughs and predictable drama,
where nobody knows your name.
I’m drawn in,
like a moth to its shiny doom.
Here there are no expectations,
no need to be or do or say the right thing.
Here is an easy void.
And I fall in,
It’s so easy,
so comfortable to shift mind and body into neutral;
letting time wash over me like a lukewarm shower.
Hours down the drain,
with nothing to show for it.
Click, click, click… sigh.
There’s nothing on.
So here’s me, unapologetic TV and film buff,
but the first to admit that it’s 90% useless, pointless crap.
This is my Five Minute Friday contribution on lisajobaker.com for the topic: NOTHING. I must admit, that I went back and reformatted (totally against the rules), but after writing it, I realized it was more poem than prose.