Shock to the System

Driving into the city, there is an overwhelming glare of light.

People are rushing past me.

Blue lights, sirens on their way to another emergency.

A lady tries to scam me out of a couple of quid but she works the block – I have seen her before.

The smell of  traffic, stale beer and food.

The shop is crowded at 10.30pm (not 22.30) and drenched in neon light.

As I spot the cement bags in front of  house, I expect the building site that is to be found upstairs.

After 15 days of quiet, of family and friendship, I lie in bed in an empty house and remind myself that I choose to be here.

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