The city is so pretty at night

Late at night when the house is quiet

And the neighbours are asleep

And the white flattened spheres are

Begging me to punch through their foil

Tear through the knife drawer, jump off

The roof and dance my way into hell

I walk out the door.

Down the dark streets, down the back

Alleys and dark playgrounds and empty

Churches and roaring loud pubs and

Dark corners outside street lamps,

Hooded teens huddle outside the

Kebab house ignoring me and happy.

I walk along the street.

And look up at the stars, hear the sounds

Of a sleepy city nightlife, see the little

Squares of light twinkling in the invisible

Blocks of flats and suddenly I smile, ever

So slightly. I am not alone, there are people

Up there who feel this way, people all over

The world, right at this moment, are feeling

Just like this. I am not alone in this.

I walk back to my house.

Celebrate my small victory.

And call someone.