Someone Is Listening

I stopped talking… Days ago. There was no one to answer anyway. So I learned to walk in silence. To breathe quietly. To disappear. But tonight… Something answered. I heard footsteps behind me tonight. Three times. Always three. I kept walking… Never turned around. The sound stopped when I stopped. Then started again… When I did. Maybe it was the wind. Maybe… I wanted it to be something. I turned around… Nothing. Only trees. Only shadows. Only the sound of my own breathing. I walked again. Three steps. Three more. Someone is listening… I know you’re there. I can’t see you… But you’re everywhere. Someone is listening… I hear you breathe. If you know my name… Then tell me… Who… Am I? Someone… Is listening… Mmh… Mmh… Someone… Is listening… This morning I found footprints. They weren’t mine. Bare feet… Pressed into the soil. They followed me from the river… To the cave. Then stopped. Right outside where I slept. I didn’t sleep again. Sometimes I hear breathing. Not mine. Sometimes I feel something watching me… From between the trees. And every time I look… Nothing is there. The forest goes quiet when I stop moving. The birds disappear. The leaves stop breathing. Even the wind… Seems to wait. Like it knows… I’m listening too. Someone is listening… I know you’re there. I can’t see you… But you’re everywhere. Someone is listening… I hear you breathe. If you know my name… Then tell me… Who… Am I? Mmh… Mmh… I thought I was afraid… Of being alone. I was wrong. I’m afraid… You’re not. I can hear you. Stop following me. Please… …keep walking… No… Someone is listening… I know you’re there. I can’t see you… But you’re everywhere. Someone is listening… I hear you breathe. If you know my name… Then tell me… Who… Am I? Who… Am… I… Don’t… Make me… Remember. I stopped walking. The footsteps… Didn’t. They came closer. Then… Nothing. …someone is still listening.