text: “The green in the trees blend with the blue of the sky, creating a graceful picture, as the chirping birds create a symphony of harmonious song.” Sunday: Entry 907 Hey journal, I re-read my favorite book today, thus the poem above. It’s been awhile since my last update, I’d say a couple months, but there’s really no way to tell. I did my sunday routine, wake up, pray, exercise, read scripture, then I went to the kitchen. The room smelled foul, with moldy fruit and stale bread filling the cabinets. I filled a teacup with wine and picked off a piece of bread. “Body of Christ” I thought before eating the bread, “Blood of Christ” I thought before drinking the wine. Jesus’ blood tastes horrible. No, you know what? I hate my life. I hate everything about it, I hate the food, I hate my books, I hate the dark and I HATE THIS RUN DOWN, GOD FORSAKEN CABIN! No, this cabin isn’t run down. In fact, it’s my pride and joy. Two bathrooms, three kitchens, two living rooms, a master bedroom and a huge study, that puts all others to shame. Made by my own two hands and about 400 blocks of concrete. But I hate living here, it’s dark and cold. The candels only light the place dimly, and don’t provide heat, I need to get out of here. Last night I had a dream, first time in months. I was reading all five hundred and sixty two books again in my study. When the tree form the poem crashed into the concrete wall, outside, I saw a paradise. It was a warm summer day, the grass was green and families were having a picnic. The adults were talking and socializing, as the kids were playing. The boys were chasing the girls with worms, on sticks. I wanted to join them, so I turned around to place my book on the chair, fully prepared to rejoin society, but when I turned around, The paradise was gone. Replaced by the same concrete wall, the word, “sorry” carved into it. Oh lord! Why have you forsaken me?! I cannot stand my life, maybe I was wrong? Maybe the world didn’t end? Maybe I can go back, but as I write this, I realize, that I am what I never wanted to be. It is the darkest entity in the universe, and feared by all. I just don’t want to be, alone.