Tinted windows
outside
they stare in
seeking to catch
a glimpse
a hint
of who
is lucky enough
to be where I am
attempting to discern
my story
rich or paid for
with taxpayer's dollars
or private school tuition
affords the best

So they crane their necks
unaware
that on the other side
I stare back
wondering about them
contemplating
speculating
I hold my hand to the glass
and wave goodbye
as we drive

Further down the road
stopped
waiting for the prompting
of a light or wave
no one else around
and everything is simply quiet
feels like the world's on pause
muted
and when the traffic moves
I've pushed play
fast-forwarding
on the highway

Thoughts create
extraordinary stories
trying to figure out
the details
making up dialogue
when through the screens
the characters' lips move

I can't hear you
I can only see you
but you can't see me
like a movie with no script
you're on in five, four, three

It's everyone's favourite lie
that there's any such thing as normal

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