He started writing stories about them. In the little stationary that was left in the hotel. A shitty pen and some sticky notes, then a few days later he found a whole notebook under the bible. If it came to he could just write there.
When he first found it he was elated, but this was met quickly with worry. What would he do once he finished that? Where would he write then. He hadn't even wrote a word, and he was already worked up. The writing was the only thing that allowed him to exist, and that could end too, and so too could he.
He took the notebook and licked the bottom of the pen. He wrote one word in the the top left of the page.
"FUCK" was all he wrote, but he wanted to cover the whole thing in it. Ruin it, a few days ago he didn't even no it was there, so what would it matter if he destroyed it.
A car pooled up in time to stop his train of thoughts, and so he wrote, red Camry, man with a blue baseball cap some baseball team, Toronto he thought. Yeah Toronto Blue Jays.
When he first found it he was elated, but this was met quickly with worry. What would he do once he finished that? Where would he write then. He hadn't even wrote a word, and he was already worked up. The writing was the only thing that allowed him to exist, and that could end too, and so too could he.
He took the notebook and licked the bottom of the pen. He wrote one word in the the top left of the page.
"FUCK" was all he wrote, but he wanted to cover the whole thing in it. Ruin it, a few days ago he didn't even no it was there, so what would it matter if he destroyed it.
A car pooled up in time to stop his train of thoughts, and so he wrote, red Camry, man with a blue baseball cap some baseball team, Toronto he thought. Yeah Toronto Blue Jays.
