Journal Entry #1 by Trevor Meyer

Dear Journal, I'm really hurting today. It's autumn once again and dread is oozing from my pores. I could cry… but I won't. Almost every leaf in my neighborhood is as dead as my soul. And their corpses are strewn about on the ground. Left to be crushed, piled up in sick necrophile's front yards for their families to play in, or even worse piled in the gutters as if we were in medieval times and bodies were just left in the streets… No one respects the dead anymore. That's probably why the kids have shunned me in school. Those war mongering, egocentric barbarians don't deserve the title of "human"… but I digress. I was walking among the shadows this morning before breakfast writing my latest poem, "Black Abyss of Nothingness", when I noticed the dried up and lifeless carcass of the last leaf of our maple tree sitting on out "Hate to see you go, Love you watch you leave" welcome mat. My eyes filled up with hot tears at the irony.