the mundane
By
Portia B
AGE
16
don’t you find this world absolutely hilarious?
one second, the globe is turning and earth’s on the brink of
extinction: the next
the world is still turning, but now there’s also a pandemic —
but the way everyone else sees it is nowhere half as bad
hurrah! isolation, no need for hollow conversations
with people who you’re going to forget in two years’ time
no need for school (relatively self explanatory)
or the dreadful 7:00am alarms snoozed far too often
but here’s the thing with isolation —
it may seem like a novelty at first, the elation of being alone
until the first week comes and goes and now suddenly
it’s not so fun anymore. you start to miss the routine and rhythm
that comes with early morning rises; you start to miss
your teachers distracting you with nonsense while you
procrastinate and replay the same unrealistic scenario
in your head for the twenty seventh time
it’s just not the same without the guilt
hell, somehow, it’s gotten to the point where you
miss the small talk, the meaningless exchanges,
the awkward no-teeth half-smile people give you when you stroll past —
and then it strikes you: maybe it’s not the mundane you miss
maybe, you miss the certainty
clarity and confidence that once sheltered you in life —
maybe, you just miss being
normal.