Hidden in the cracks and crevices of a big city with no roots, no history, no ties to a corrupted past life, I ponder the possibilities. The possibilities of a fresh start each day, beginning a new identity with a new start with the sun’s first rise. I can go into a restaurant, grab a bite to eat without recognizing the server move onto a coffee shop where I am unrecognized, one in hundreds that will filter in throughout the day.
As the night approaches I sit outside on the patio of the wine bar and watch the people pass by each one with a new face and new story. I sip on my glass without a worry in the world. No one cares about where my story takes me this night, and I swim in the thought of loosing myself amongst the crowd of first time city seekers.
As the night approaches I sit outside on the patio of the wine bar and watch the people pass by each one with a new face and new story. I sip on my glass without a worry in the world. No one cares about where my story takes me this night, and I swim in the thought of loosing myself amongst the crowd of first time city seekers.
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