Thursday, 10 August 2017
A Bit of Honesty?
I don't like forced conversations. They hang on to the boredom of every tired soul and pull at my slouched shoulders.
I don't like forced smiles. After I am done lying to the world, my still face returns to me and sticks to my tongue like an ice-cube.
I don't like forced anything. There is a slim chance that maybe I don't like anything right now and I choose not to force myself to like.