In an hour or so, the sun will start to rise over my left shoulder. In my head, I'm holding up the freemont bridge as a I sit here. Only late night/early morning trucks rumble across the ample double decker bridge; careening and crisscrossing states and sewing us all together.
I'm feeling that itch again. A restlessness. Blame my mother for moving us around so much as kids. I never learned the value of roots. Im feeling the need again to shake this town and head for a different coast all together. But I wont go, where else am I going to find trans healthcare, nine months of overcast cloudy weather and an affordable cost of living? Nowhere in this country, thats for sure. And I love this city, it feels like my first love, where I cut my teeth, and the palms of my hands on the real world. But I often feel the need to dissapear into the endless streams of people. Somewhere anonymous.
*poof*
