I stepped in
something
on the way
over here
and now I hate
everyone.
But the
green, brown, grays
of the rust and
peeling paint
on the heating duct
in my room
are like
a rainbow
and every
misplaced
brick in the wall
is
beautiful . . .
Probability
What I write
and what you read
are probably
not the same.
Dont be fooled
thinking that we speak
the same language
just because all of the
words are identical.
But if you still
stop to read it
then I probably love you
anyway.