Drenched in solitude the young man sat. Drenched in solitude the young man walked. The young man found himself looking at a fountain. The fountain showed images of fame. The fame came with the lose of pride. The young man took a sip and his body was ripped away from the fountain thoughts were the only thing that remained. He coukd not do anything, but see. His thoughts could only float without a body holding it. What to do without anything to keep him grounded to the fountain. Left with nothing to do the thoughts wait. Waited for its body to reform again.
This is a story I sent to my father and later on put on my Facebook page. I made the story after texting my day for the 40th time. I need my dad to pay my rent because I am currently broke and he has yet to even try to respond back to me. That story came out of what I was feeling. I am close to getting kicked out of my apartment because I cannot pay and he is not helping at all. It seems my life of a writer is starting now. Well I will keep you guys posted.
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