Protected Identity

He travelled. He walked down a new street with new people lining it. Songs of romance re-entered his mind. He even forgot his age, imagining himself much younger. With identity changed the past and the counts of years were muddled in his mind. All the things he couldn't have before now seemed within reach. He gave himself permission to reach for new joys. When the past is lost and identity changes and life continues innocently day by day with the sun rising and setting and things not painful, it was more than tolerable, it was fun. Never mind the occassional frights that happened just to keep interest up. The meals were wonderful and he looked forward to them.