It was hard to forget the smile you put on when you walked around, went about,
took your free time to look out the bus window, or even when you sat crammed against the corner of the small restaurant eating your food.

The simultaneous gesture had become such an ugly truth to you that with just copying you were all tidied up.

You were them while as sad as it seemed, they were the same as you. All trapped, all pretending, but when you snapped oh that was a whole different story. You were such an angry person. They were too. The whole world was such an angry, dull place sometimes. We might as well become robots if we don't know how to behave for ourselves.

If we say we want the best yet we keep following others' footsteps, why even bother. Originality is the key to everything. Self-reprogramming from a huge database in who knows where. It does not sound as good as you think it should be.

—NOTVANTE