Walking. Do you hear me?

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.