(This is straight from Jason's journal. Nothing is tampered with. All of it is raw writing from Jason)

You were happy, perhaps the forest would offer you more of that happiness. You gladly scamper to the park you love so much. The lake blue, trees green- gorgeous. It was spring on this misty, moonlit night. You are full of wonder and haunting goodbyes. You say hello to the moon as you sit back and let it kiss your cheek with its light. The trees in the distance wave to follow them, I listen to their call and walk my way to the swaying trees. The light of the sky enveloped my body as soon as I leave my place.
" I shall, in time be gone soon, my fair trees, delicate light."
The moonlight speaks to me.
" Ah, I see. Not to worry my warrior. "
The grass on my toes keeps me from falling into the sky.
" I am no warrior, my moon. I am a victim, none as the tough warrior you see."