I sit behind a computer screen. Its contents flashing before my eyes. Listening to mindless chatter, like hordes of buzzing flies. These days grow old. Sitting, doing nothing. Inching out each day. Wondering what to do after school. It's the same. Go back and pretend the world is normal. That there's no virus or quarantine. Then I see their face and smile. That's something to look forward to.
©pancake
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