I always loved Halloween:
not the candy big deal!
not the scary, spooky stuff,
but the luxury
of being someone else,
walking through the dark,
giddy with freedom,
as not myself.

I made a list weeks ahead
of the possible pseudonyms
I could assume,
the alter egos hidden within,
the secret identities
and multiple personalities,
so different from me,
weighing my options.

And then Id choose one
craft a costume,
a disguise that, not so much
hid who I was, as
made me who I wished to be,
displaced inadequate me
with better, stronger, famous,
more heroic someone else

- anybody else.


lee
19 10 23
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A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense to not himself.
Or just as mad.
So there you are.
Stark raving sane.
- Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead