Normalcy

Normalcy

I don't know what normal is anymore. I feel the mask against my face, except I don't. It's like my glasses: always there, but I've grown to ignore them. The sight of mouths fills me with fear. It took my family. It took away lives, lives that mattered to me. Who knew you could be scared at the sight of a chin? What even is normalcy. Is this normalcy? If we've become accustomed, does it suddenly become normal? Is the death of thousands normalcy? I guess death happens everyday, but it doesn't feel the same. I live in fear. I want my life back. I want normalcy back, whatever normalcy is. This is not normalcy.