Do you ever think about becoming someone new? About unmaking, Recreating, Partaking, In the life of someone -anyone- Who isn’t you?
Hours and hours and days and weeks and months and years I perfected, rejected, resurrected the art of becoming someone new.
In mere moments, a new me. a new world. a new dream.
A world to be anyone or go anywhere Or be anything. When I just Don’t want To be Me.
New demons and angels, New shadows and suns, New curves and new angles, New characters to become.
A world not like my own. The trees are paper. The people move with a blink. Grass is woven from knowledge and Leaves are sprouting from ink.
There I go at a moment’s notice. Diving, delving, digging. Revealing an impossible time. Where the improbable, inconceivable, unimaginable, unthinkable occurs every Other Line.
I am disappearing into the books. Invisible to the world. Unmaking myself, Recreating myself, And becoming someone new.