It's dark,
I'm on my own,
Walking,
Just walking.
I slow my pace,
To feel the night
I never knew,
How comforting,
The darkness was.
I hug myself tighter,
Embracing soltitude,
Embracing freedom,
I feel at home.
I keep on going,
There's no one around,
I'm nearly there,
What a shame.
Lighter and lighter,
Steet lamps closer,
Back to humanity,
I must return.
Nearing the door,
The old wooden door,
I look right up,
And see the stars,
Evenly spread,
And individual.
I pause by the door,
Back to the trap,
The prison of life,
My ten minutes of freedom,
Ending in a single breath.
I open the door,
Blinded by lights,
Blinded by lies,
The cycle restarts,
It'll be another week,
Till I feel home again.
25/9/14