I would like to take leave of myself, of my life.
Just for a few hours, imagine what it's like to no longer be yourself.
Just once, escape from the tension on my skin and the weight of my anxieties.
Get away for a moment from the blunders, the atrocities pronounced; bad memories that we quickly chase away before they take a solid position and ruin the present moment.
And tiring manias, obsessions, compulsions that stalk us; leaving us no choice but to nervously obey them.
From the dense lump in the center of my chest that tells me to go faster, do more and do it better.

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