Peeca Mark

his reason

My friend. Last night he lost her image. But still gripped on tight to her in words. His reason was beautiful. She had...she had sense, she was witty, she was...she was funny. But she kept lapsing in his memory. They held a few intimate occasions on their part. She often used him to record the most amazing phenomenon. Both the brilliant and the heinous. But he was never offended. And even so, his thoughts struggled to simply touch her face. No insight. Though he was young

And made mostly of film. No pun intended
So he wandered in alleyways, in course minds, while in search for this memory. And the alleyways turned in to people. And the people turned into horrid dogs, with sharp teeth and spiked collars. Quick to ravish but only turned him a dog catcher. Despite the odd job he found her today. He's sick in love with her. Just her mere presence alone. It's almost sickening to watch. But he loves only because she rolls in and out of his life so often it's...i heard from someone absence makes the heart grow fonder. So, later on, i caught her walking out the door. Leaving a note behind, that this time, she might never come back. And so he wondered. Wondered through the alleyways again. Until he vomited, almost coughing out his soul...but I digress. The sight was disheartening as the least, so I left him there. I left my friend there.