As an alien traveling through the infinite number of galaxies and universes, I've encountered different beings, cultures, and unspoken rule. For eons, I had traveled alone but on this earth, I've finally met one of my own. Together we observe this hoomun world from afar. I will take note of my observations and experiences here. This is what the hoomuns would call a... diarrhea? Yeah, that's probably the word for it. I still haven't grasped the hoomun languages but this will have to do. In further documentation, I may refer to myself as a hoomun myself but this is only because our species come down with a case of Identity Crisis every two centuries or so. Without further ado, entry number #888.
Want to hear a sad story?
We're all parasites,
Leeches in society,Deluded to think we come in varieties.
Delusional at best.
Believing we're unique to keep the weight off our chests.
Souls can't rest.
Confusing creatures, I confess.
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PoetryAll my short stories and poems will go here from now on because I'm too lazy to make a cover for each one I post. I hope you enjoy my poems, stories, and thoughts as much as I love writing them. Original Picture: Just Print by MAMPrint (sxc.hu)
