Count the stars
backwards,
with no order
or no pattern.
Wait,
does this shit even matter?
- it does
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poésie［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".
