I don’t know you.

 

         Dear world,

  

       I always wonder what the carousel of chaos is out there, as I don’t know. I tried to step back to the days of evergreens et freedom when I had no one or place to belong to. Nothing.
No one had I crossed up in hearts. Yet when I step out of here,  the rivers et torrents fall to my feet.I stay conflicted at it.Had I missed something?By the looks of it i had missed all the memos.   So I don’t know what’s the noise about but please remember, from my path to yours,

 

    I don’t know you.

      Ever so writing,

        Bells B                  A book of letters

You are a memory;
message to bears