the world was disintergrating
anxious, shaking
self-mutilation
sighing open and surrendering
but there
in the darkness
the man wiping my cheeks dry
he said
"look at me, lovely creature
everything was going to be all right."
I first discovered cut out poetry through Bee, many years ago on her beautiful blog Vivatramp, and it was through Bee that I was introduced to it again, this time via her Patreon. I've been a Patron of Bee for well over a year now and I always look forward to the latest creative post hitting my email inbox.
In my notes from cambridge part I I told you I was heading out to explore alone with just my headphones and Google Maps and I followed through on my intention. Google Maps is an absolute bastard for me to understand though, so I just went wandering. It was quite liberating in a way - it gave me the freedom to keep my eyes on my surroundings and not fixed on my phone.
Already this year I have done some unlikely things. On New Years Day I took the train to visit my best friend in hospital. I'd never taken the train alone before. I'd never been to Cheltenham. I'd never walked up to a cab and asked for a ride. I'd never walked 35 minutes alone through an unknown city. And just the day before I'd been on my first date with a woman.
