THERE ARE DAYS

there are days when ;

i can't hold a pen
writing bores me
paper cuts are too painful
reading makes me feel sleepy
i can't understand metaphors
a cup of hot americano is too bitter
a teaspoon of sugar is too sweet
deep conversations annoys me

there are days when
im not in the mood to talk about stars
there are days when
silence can be too loud
im no Shakespeare
i sometimes run out of ink