i watched a tv show once
it wasn't a very good one,
i could hardly remember its name
but it had the main character spot on
and i could not help
but think
her, her on the screen
that's me
me exactly.
she wore a baggy green jacket
i watched it religiously
until
the next episode
did not exist
and realised
it never got picked up
for a second season
it was a shame,
honestly
i was looking forward to her story,
the character development
the goal-obstacle-resolution of her life
for some direction
some kind of advice
but at the moment
all i was left with
was the crude metaphor
in the fact that
someone, somewhere
made the executive
decision
that a character
with such a story
(as similar as mine)
did not need
a second season
did not need
to be watched
loved
or thought about.
now
the baggy green jacket
never leaves my back
and
my life
is stuck at episode eighteen.
