Little bear went to sleep face down in the dirty cold water. All he wanted was to be loved, to be taken care of, to feel warmth. relax. forget. Little bear once heard violins and wanted to cry, it was so sweet and painful he felt his heart was going to burst thru the stitches. He was missing, he was aching and he knew it was not in his power to change. Little bear got tired standing up, stretching his arms wide open, shining his glossy brown eyes all the time. His arms that were always open, declaring ‘hug me’ were now making him float among the rest of discarded thrown-away forgotten friends.
But little bear didn’t cry; there was enough water around. Instead he just gave up and got drunk on the filth oily water soaking into his body. He was lying there for a long time, no one knows how long, hallucinating, drifting passively… Little bear was transforming, transcending, and he didn’t reject it. He experienced it quietly, observing, not judging. Eventually he could hear those violins again, he could feel his stitches one by one, feel the oily water diffusing his synthetic fibers. Slowly. Becoming him. Then, little bear was enlightened. He knew what he was, he understood life and all that was around him. he became one with all.
Little bear is garbage.