Relief

[jack_babalon]

It's nice not to be yourself sometimes, or to be more specific, the self you're used to being. To shed the skin of habit. To remind your super-ego of it's secret identity. To finally breathe again, I mean really Breathe: Like when you fall asleep with your boots on and wake up long enough to kick them off. That wonderful moment of recognition when you realize that you just might be the person you wanted to be when you grew up and that little fact tucked away in your brain feels as sweet as a secret and as dangerous as a loaded gun.