It took me a while, but I've realized She lives in a dream...
She comes alive in a movie theater... that to her is an equivalent of Life...
She dances, She is alive...
Outside of that movie theater - she dies, She is like a fish out of water, out of depth - that is the description I'm looking for...
The moment that movie is on, she comes out, grips the edge of the seat, Popcorn, slushy in hand, like a child she jumps and is glued to that screen from beginning to end...
But don't be mistaken, she doesn't just leave at the end, She sits there, waits for the credits to come up and sees herself there, for that moment She's right there, right there with those words, she was a part of it, for that moment She was there...
Every-time the movie ends to her that is death until another time and the same cycle continues, Life outside of the theater to her is death, it is a cemetery, a mortuary...
Until....
One day when you come back, sit on that seat, popcorn & cool-drink in hand, She comes out, once again, leaps out like Jack in a box, She once again grabs the edge of the seat, body warming up... Feels Human again, eyes glued to the screen, She takes in every performance, every mistake they make feels like her own, every triumph, every good scene is hers... for that moment that world is hers, she lives there, that is her world!
Credits come up, She once again sees her name right there with those credits...THE END... they leave her there, cant take her with - she wouldn't survive the brutality of the real world, here she escapes, here everything is possible, here everyone is the same - in the dark theater it doesn't matter who you are, where you come from, it just silhouettes, forms of bodies shaped in the darkness, at the end you still leave... She dies... THE END...
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