I am walking to somewhere Maybe a bluewhere Maybe it’s dark. Maybe you’re there.
Are you ? You there? Is anyone? Out there?
I’m talking to you!
I listen to my thoughts too much. They threaten to choke me.
I’m down on my knees like some peasant trying to flatter the queen.
It was bright outside yesterday. It hurt my eyes and I wanted to cry.
But I always want that. I want it because I can’t do it.
Too many people are watching me. There are too many ghosts in the trees.
A whore stares at me on the street. He isn’t my type but he’s pretty. I can’t afford him anyway. I need money for coffee.
Do you think that you know me? You don’t. Maybe you could, though.
But I warn you. I will leave you before you can do it first.