“a new world”
“This is it,
there is no turning back now; the skyscrapers shadow my figure dragging me into
a new atmosphere, a new world. I am not in my familiar surroundings anymore. Unable
to keep my mind steady, I long to be back amongst my own kind. Stuck in amongst
the dirt and grime of the city, I question where I now inhabit. Freedom, change
and new beginnings. This is what I always wanted but the overhanging fear of a
new life ahead engulfs my sanity.
The stench
of staleness rushes through my nostrils as I wander down the haunting
alleyways, broken glass bottles of substances unbeknown to me are scattered on
the ground like the stars spread across the sky by the familiar galaxies. How
do these humans survive in this
atmosphere? A chaotic environment; chanting and screaming sends my head
spinning, I am not used to this noise like these humans are. I did not expect it
to be like this: perhaps I expected too
much. Perhaps my hopes were too high for this world. I imagined happy,
peaceful, joyful surroundings but life down here is perhaps not the same as
life back home: for it appears life is much darker, colder and more mysterious
down here.
I feel like
I stick out amongst the crowds of people like a sore thumb, as I have heard the
humans say, hiding my figure with the cape I brought with me, but I cannot hide
my face. My slit-like eyes and pinpoint head seem to be rather alien to these humans; they have strange
round heads and big round eyes – it is the strangest sight I have ever seen.
My legs
buckle beneath me as I strain to keep on walking under the weight of this
atmosphere. The sights around me, ugly and dull, they are not getting any brighter;
the sun set long ago and the moon is at its apex. Booming sounds echo through
the buildings, flashing lights seep into my eyes as I watch hysterical humans
with strange coloured hair. Dressed in the most peculiar outfits they flee
through the streets like wild animals. Oh, how I long to go home.
I find a
quiet street somewhere away from all the hustle and bustle and I lie down in an
alleyway nearby. I am filled with nostalgia while I think of home; my people,
the atmosphere and the comfort of my own surroundings.
The sun is
rising; the noise is fading into nothing; it must be safe now to continue my journey.
At this point, I am no longer sure I wish to pursue it.
***
I am home
now, there is no more waiting. My companions greet me with excitement as they eagerly
await to hear the stories from planet earth; sadly, I do not have anything
exciting to tell. Life is strange as an alien, it can be lonely. However, sometimes
it takes an eye-opening experience to realise there is no place like home.
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