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Alien Diary

My ship had crashed on Earth a few years ago. My entire crew has perished. I'm the last one remaining. Unfortunately, my memories are quite fractured and I have a hard time recalling these past events.


Earth is not the prettiest planet I have ever seen. But with no way to get back, I had to learn to adapt and survive within it for the time being. I took a lot of notes about my experiences yet, despite my highly advanced human disguise I still have trouble fitting in with their convoluted society. 


They treat each other differently than they treat me. They look at me as if they know. Do they know? They never mention it out loud. Perhaps humans have some kind of unspoken telepathic ability that I have been unable to replicate. It's as if they understand each other without words - they expect me to be caught up on their silent conversations. 


Juvenile humans seem to posess qualities that closer align with the traits of my species at times. They start off with a mind full of dreams and as they mature those dreams metamorphosize into a cold and calculated acceptance of reality. Humans call it "maturity". Perhaps human minds are too small to contain both dreams and rationality at the same time? They must throw one out to make space for the other? It's quite surreal for me and I'm still trying to make sense of it all. This planet is quite exhausting, if I'm being honest. 


I'm almost finished with my ship. I hope it will successfully take off this time. I want to exit this tiring place once and for all.


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