It is only when I am enshrouded and embraced by the cool, serene anonymity of the darkness that I am ever, truly, at peace. By day, this is the domain of taxi cabs and trains, of street vendors and shopkeepers, of bustling throngs of humanity with places to go and things to do in which I have no part. I am no longer like them, no longer free and at ease to wander amidst and among them as if I had either an entitlement or a need for belonging.
I am the forgotten, overlooked and understated husk of a once productive and needful personage who one day chose to turn and leave it all behind. I understand the darkness and the peace that it brings more fully and more respectfully than I ever did as a being of the light.
This story was written for the Five Sentence Fiction prompt: Night