Murder

. In the Blink of an Eye. I sit on the bench waiting for the bus feeling alone as usual. I'm almost always surrounded by people, including friends and family, and have a deep unending feeling of being alone on this hunk of rock we call home. I've listened to many conversations of the possible existence of extraterrestrials, and let me tell you, they do exist, just maybe not in the shape and form that you think. When you complete this entry, you'll believe that I am not human, many call me an animal or inhuman, but I truly believe I...