Fucked up in different ways

Hotels, dead trees, storms.

It’s all the same to me.

Maybe I’ll tear down the walls of your hotel.

Maybe I won’t.

Maybe I’ll stay a night.

Maybe I won’t.

Maybe I’ll water your tree.

Maybe I won’t.

Maybe I’ll see your tree the way you see it.

Maybe I won’t.

The storm I could care less about.

The water would drench me.

And I would be fine.

I actually like storms.

You’re fucked up.

I know that.

I’m also fucked up.

In a different way than you.

Two freaks of the same nature can be friends.

A freak and a ‘normal’ can be friends.

Two ‘normals’ can be friends.

Two freaks of a different nature can’t be friends.

But maybe I’m wrong.

I don’t know.

You’ll find me in the ocean and the sky.

Free of the world, if you please.