|A wee planet by Alexandre Duret-Lutz|
SO...my homework of yesterday, my damned inspiration, my piece entitled 'Hidden' which I wrote in one mad flurry.
I didn't think too deeply about those words on the page. They were very personal, very black, very revealing. The irony doesn't escape me...there was the title and I was left anything but hidden once I'd read it out.
More...a bit shell-shocked.
So, the lovely people of Lewes asked the question, 'Where did that come from?' and I floundered.
'You don't have to answer that if you don't want to.'
'It was...from my past.'
A strange experience to be able to visit my past, an itinerant memory-catcher, and then to leave as quickly as I arrived.
|By Steven Puetzer|
Was it cathartic? I suppose, yes, in so far as it was a powerful experience to know I could go to a dark place and not be trapped there.
I found something indestructible.