What ever thought you had, keep it don’t let it out.
Says the wise man.
As I look at them.
Staring at me.
As she lifts her skirt and he makes a gesture to me.
Once again I wonder:
When did I become visible to them and why?
But I don’t answer the thought, instead I leave.
I am not what you can buy.
Only what you can find and maybe win.
And then loose and let go again.