People are puzzling,
conversations are demanding,
social events are exhausting,
eye contact is difficult,
crowded rooms are overwhelming.
Solitude is bliss
and
the quiet is heavenly.
- where's my room?
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
