honest work i was gone all day, and my feet hurt. i folded tee shirts, was confused with socks, tried to be good, got it all wrong. what did you do, bear. ‘i stayed here all day, i don’t want the money’ sbm.
#remembrance he was still laying down and mumbling. ‘why have you not shared that one about belief ?’ i think i forgot. ‘did anyone read it?’ i don’t know. the bear slipped back to sleep holding the rags. sbm.
deepest forests you know how you can hear me, when i am thinking. ‘yes that is because i came from the forest, it is quiet there, we can hear everything’ yes. ‘where have you been all day?’ here and there and felt the air on my cheeks. ‘ so i hope the blanket of sadness is lifting?’ yes. thank you bear. sbm.
#backbedroom it is a long time since the sun shone in long and low like that, says the bear. does this mean it is spring now? it is such a pretty room. yellow. sbm.
#italic ‘isn’t the sun warm?’ said the bear, ‘and look i speak in italics’ yes, it makes me feel better. ‘which the warmth or the format?’ sbm
#mistakes so the bear looks at me and says, ‘ you mean it were the settings that was wrong ‘ yes. ‘so it was all your imagination?’ yes. ‘i feel a bit better now’ sbm.
pronounce quietly the bear looked puzzled, sat back and said, ‘told you, no one will listen if we are quiet, they have all lost interest’ yes. ‘do they only listen to loud folk , those that shout and remonstrate’ seems so. ‘do you mind’ said that bear sympathetically. no. sbm.
#nothing the bear looked up and asked have you written any thing today? no, not much. so then , no one will know what has happened today. no. sbm..
* if you stop writing about me , will i disappear? will we be so quiet no one will notice us, any more? the bear considered, thought it may be nice. sbm.
threads it is a new little ribbon, for you. i will tie here, yet not too tight. it has been a long time now. yes, said the bear. a long, long time. sbm.