Loneliness hit me like the dullest cloud,

Screaming thoughts.

Demanding, pleading,

Needing,

Not worrying for their dignity,

A slave to a stranger city.

I lost a day, it felt like a year,

Gold looked like wood,

Beer, like stagnant water,

Cars, refuge.

Money, worthless.

People, strangers.

A tattered sense of self.

Oh but, sleep until the tarmac greets me.

Heart pulled back into the cavity.

Hours that felt like hours,

Wood never looked so good.

Cleansed.

Revived.

Money, still worthless.

People, my people.

The people.

Self-restored.

Home again.