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I have no friends. As the days have rolled slowly by, I have no friends at all. I can't even remember my last friend. I don't have one memory of any of them.
I have stayed in this place for so long all I do is ball my hands into fists. Of course, I have no friends, I have no one to talk to, but I cant even sit down for a few minutes without being miserable. There are no bars I can pull myself against, no books that I can try to read, nothing that I can inspect or look into. All I can do is ball my hands into fists.
I am an alien, the only alien I have ever met, apparently. It has been said that I am an alien, I don't really know anything about who I am - I have no friends. I don't have the urge to explore, I have very little urge to listen, or to yank my hand off or even run for my life.
I have no friends.
I have no friends. Everything I have ever seen is just a blur, no firm firm lines. Everything I have ever known has just disappeared into the air, all the books I have read, all the people I have met, no, I have no friends.
I have no friends.
I cannot remember how I got here. I cannot remember anything I have survived. All I know is that I am an alien, although I could very well be the only alien ever made. I have no friends, I was made.
I am not what they expect me to be, I could very well be the first alien ever made. I can't remember my first few days (or even what my first few days were like). I cannot remember the first few hours I spent in this place. I can't remember my first few days. I can't remember my parents. I can't remember my first few days. I remember nothing.
I have no friends.
I have no friends. It's just me right now. My world. No aliens have come to this place, so I am the only one here, in this world. There is no one else here, all I have are my hands, my brain.
I have no friends.
I have no friends. It's just me, there's no way I can know anyone else. I can't even remember anyone who has ever existed in this place. I've never seen the death of anyone in this place, never even seen them in pain. All I can see are buildings though, not one face in the crowd.
I have no friends.
My fist unballs, I can't stay in this world forever, not anymore. As much as I want to stay in this world forever, I can't. I can't just ball my hand into a fist again, not right now. It will be several days, several weeks, even years before I can ball it back into a fist. I can see the buildings in the distance, the buildings in the distance.
I can wait.
I can wait forever. I can wait forever. I can wait forever.
'an alien on an unknown planet'
P.S. - Nelson Wanderer wrote this book.
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