sitting on the exit step
of the roof again
it's cold again
but i've never sat here
as it hailed
like right now
ice pellets
join the spread of little grey rocks
i'm in a world of graphite sketches
monochromatic
made to express
a solitude
in existing like this
like me
like everything and everyone
for these rocks aren't a spread
but one million together
different
side by side
alone and grey and hard