Watch me disintegrate.

I hate this. I really do, because I have two fully formed personalities at hand

The calm, quiet, and reformed pochahontas type. The heart that beats solely for the simple things in life like the untarnished locket or the silver starfish necklace. She will sit for hours watching the ocean, the streets pass her by through the windows, her heart full of joy and disappearance for at that very moment - nobody really cares if she's into the conversation, if she's sad or even if she's thinking. They totally forget she's there. And she's fine with that.
I call her Air.

And then there is the other type.

The short-fuse, the hiphop, rapper, the dancer. She's got the cajones to spit in your face, start a street fight- even has sadistic dreams of stabbing someone in the back with a shortblade. She's a fighter, trained for years to use just the right words to attack someone's soul, trained herself to learn the ways of the wolf. She will sit for hours watching the crowd from a starbucks, sipping her latte, not watching them pass- but watching their interactions. She is studying her prey.
I call her Artemis.

That night on the GYLC cruise.. I felt the two fuse together and become one. I felt my inhibitions disappear and I no longer cared what happened that night, it was beautiful.
I felt released.