I look up
She looks to the side
He looks at the floor
Oops there’s an awkward meeting of eyes
This is the daily life of an underground traveller
Not knowing where to look or how to act.
It often brings out the worst in people.
Often the tired mutterings of displeasure during the morning or evening commute.
There are the rarest glimpse of human nature.
The kind soul offering their seat to someone more needy
Another asking for others to sacrifice their comforts.
To create space to allow everyone to go home.
Because that’s the thing, no one wants to be stuck waiting.
Everyone has the same goal.
I think about you
I wonder ‘what if’
I wonder ‘why’
I regret my words
I look for you but find emptiness
All I find myself saying is
I miss you
I look at the mirror
I am uncomfortable
Uncomfortable in my body
The sight disgust me
I see myself
The many changes needed
I wonder why I look nothing like the pictures of toned guys
I think to myself
‘Am I such a ghastly sight’
Dum dum di di dum
The alarm awakens me from my slumber
The snooze button is calling my name
I gladly answer
The cycle repeats itself for 2 more phases
I finally raise my head and notice it’s 7am already
I fling the duvet off my body
I feel the sharpness of the cold morning
I shudder but quickly acclimatise
My feet touch the carpet
It feels fuzzy it welcomes each step I take
The sun is hiding behind the clouds as though it were its duvet
I stumble down the dimly lit stairs and head for my toothbrush
This is it
Monday morning begins
Such a simple solution
Such a complex action