dear floatin around diary,
leading up to what i wanted to not tell you ever, i always knew there was a man in the creek when i was growin up and nobody could tell me different. i saw him, i talked to him, and i brought him food before he was dead. he knew he was going to die. he would tell me the time was closer every time we spoke. i brought him many different things- and most of the time- he stayed in the drainage pipe that ran under our road and into the creek. once in a while- he would be deep under the street sleeping- where it was dark and cooler. i was always scared to enter either side of the pipe- but especially on the other side of the street- deep in the neighbors back yard where the entrance wasn't as new and wide. the man was gone one day- but all of his belongings were still there- everything i'd ever brought him. i know he died because he came to me and told me he was. i was sad and still think about him when i visit the creek by our house. he lived there a long time.
leading up to what i wanted to not tell you ever, i always knew there was a man in the creek when i was growin up and nobody could tell me different. i saw him, i talked to him, and i brought him food before he was dead. he knew he was going to die. he would tell me the time was closer every time we spoke. i brought him many different things- and most of the time- he stayed in the drainage pipe that ran under our road and into the creek. once in a while- he would be deep under the street sleeping- where it was dark and cooler. i was always scared to enter either side of the pipe- but especially on the other side of the street- deep in the neighbors back yard where the entrance wasn't as new and wide. the man was gone one day- but all of his belongings were still there- everything i'd ever brought him. i know he died because he came to me and told me he was. i was sad and still think about him when i visit the creek by our house. he lived there a long time.
