The Charms of Addiction

When the twilight fades to blackness it lights a fire inside my guts. It burns away the drabness of the day, the clock in and the clock out, the mechanized life, robotic and cold. The night means downtown is lit by the neon lights of the clubs and bars, shinning on the rain-kissed sidewalks. At night you can be anybody and no-one cares who you really are. So in my retro outfit from an era even my mother never knew, I step into the darkness. The stars are somewhere behind the haze of black cloud that is stretched thinly above and the transitory moonlight bleaches the grey-scale world momentarily, and then it is gone. My mind is a blur with possibilities, each more fanciful than the next. Alas, the night doesn't always bring joy and this I knew; I just never knew how much pain it could bring to my numb heart.