No Vacancy

Empty bus stations. Empty parks, empty shores, empty buildings. Empty streets, in empty nights, in empty lives, where you can see one or two drunken marionettes and the ocassional petty thief assaulting the ocassional payphone.
All of this I know and feel comfortable in.
Perhaps the only reason walls choke me is because I am the the only one who is supposed to be here, now. Full capacity means crowded. Perhaps I am already one too many.