Do you ever feel.

Feel like someone.

Out there.

Is watching you.

She called me today.

She called me and said.

Timi, Timi!

You need to go to church!

The man.

He’s watching you.

He’s here for you.

Is he?

I replied.

Well he must be bored.

Or have nothing better to do.

I’m quite happy.

I’m quite happy right here.

I don’t need.

Gratification.

Certainly not from ‘someone’

I don’t care to know.

Do I ever feel.

Feel like.

Someone is watching.

Me?

I certainly hope not.

I am Timi

– Francis Street, Dublin, 15 September 2015 –