B is for Safe Space

As i type this "piece", Bjork's Hidden Place comes to mind, so here it is, "Hidden Place" and then my work underneath. Blessings.

"I'm so close to tears and so close to simply calling you up and simply suggesting, we go to that hidden place, that we go to hidden place" - BJORK

i wanted to crawl into a small space

a safe space

with you

and hibernate till the danger had past

till Winter gave way to warmer ideologies

and the world became safe for both of us

...

but sanctuary is occupied

so maybe we just... we just stand here

and die

together

in the cold

tongues and fingers frozen in Nature's mind.

Tracy j Hutchings

Dec 27th, 2012

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