That san Francisco Feeling

I think thats the best name for it.
The "San Francisco Feeling"

The restlessness. The aching legs. The forlorn feeling. The exhaustion. The disgust. The defeat. The hope. The Excitement. The Move to the great west.

The feeling that grabs hold of me. The one that forces me to drive 15 miles past my house to think, with only the sound of the road. The one that overcomes me as i sit in my car staring at my steering wheel, keys jingling in my hands, ready to go somewhere far away, but always to apprehensive or confused to go or know where. The one that fills me with regret. The one that fills me with anxiety. The one that fills me with hope.


I don't know...

Its fucking late.