Midnight in a strangers world

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.