Poem

I am from the island of enchantment, the island of Puerto Rico. The place where humidity and heat clash perfectly and the sun always shines. I am from old bikes and epic landings. When you're falling from a bike you have to land somewhere even if that's your knees. I am from a world where people can see right through as if I were a ghost. I'm the world where I live people must think I'm a non-existent being poor I'm not important. I am from a land where there's no easy way out of anything. In this land where I live you have to fight your way through everything and our only two escapes are death or to fade of to sleep. I am from a land where you can only trust yourself. If you trust anyone but yourself you'll never get anywhere in this life.

Journal #20

I figured it out I can't believe this is true. My mind is spinning out of control, I cannot believe I'm the only human in this earth. My plan is to infiltrate their base, steal their technology, and become their ruler. First, I must sleep. I wake up the next morning feeling weirded out so I go take a walk. I walked around our town and saw their military base from afar. I decided that I should first build a powerful apparatus. I started myself in the mastery of my weapon a light saber. I have started training myself in the power of the Force. Then I bought a dark cloak so they wouldn't know who I am. The next day I take my regular walk and start scanning the premises of their base and notice the flaw in their security. I go back home and eat enough for two days and start packing supplies and meditate so the Force can grow strong on me, then I sleep. The next morning I rush to their base and start exploiting their base's weakness. I kill everyone and destroy everything and say, "This is for my dead comrades!". I get to their leader's stronghold and evilly grin at him before collapsing the room where he's at. I decide to take his spaceship and keep going around the country and even the world if I have to to find the answers I wish to receive. Then I go to D.C. and destroy the secret service's base and I go to the white house and enter through the roof and kill everyone except our "president". I start asking him where are all the humans and where can I find them. He stares maniacally at me and say I'll never find them. I strike him down and start searching for information. I could really care less if I'm a universal fugitive but I will find my family and the rest of the humans.

Journal # 17

First it started with a few little eyes from the kids, staring at me asking what I was. Then the grownups had their little side conversations with their eyes focused on me and for some reason I felt threatened. I yearned to escape but I simply couldn't because of two things: 1) I was tied to the ceiling 2) I was in a state of physical paralysis in which only my mind functioned. Then it happened I thought someone would come to liberate me but they just took me to another room to stuff me with candy with some unknown purpose but I knew it wasn't gonna be good. Then I was tied back up and I was astounded by how many little beady eyes were staring at me. Then I was lowered, so many kids were holding sticks and started swinging. I've never been hit with so much wrath and so much anger. Then I felt a crack in my side my insides started spewing and then I popped and all the candy came rushing  down. I've never seen kids scramble for candy in such a savage way, the brutality in them.