Beloved Alaria,
Since I’ve come to earth I have
felt nothing but pain. The world itself is beautiful, the creatures living on
it are another story altogether. The average human is completely self
concerned, inwardly focused and selfish. They value status, rank and monetary
gains over nature or compassion. The humans that do show any kind of goodwill
are few and seem to always be fighting against the tide of either the unhelpful
or the purposely harmful. Since we last spoke my body has been covered in
scars. I still retain physical traits of my old self, but you would be shocked
to see me as I am today.
The world weighs heavy on me as I
go through each day trying to blend in with the modern populace. I find it is
easier to go numb sometimes. When I first arrived here I cared about all things
great and small, but this world has worn me down and made it difficult to care
about anything more than the path directly ahead of me. These humans are
amazing, the burden themselves with this harsh reality created by their own
hands. They are as enduring and resistant as they are short sighted.
I miss you Alaria, I think about your
tender blue skin and that sweet smile of yours and it breaks my innards to
pieces. I will find a way home one day, I just hope when I see you again you
will still want me. I fear I may be too transformed by this world that you may
not even see me like you used to. I cannot think of this, I need hope that I
will return to a world of light and peace. Even if I could never return home, I
know I could survive this earth if I had you with me.
As I say this I feel a sense of
dread. Having you for comfort would lift my spirits in such ways, but I could
not picture such a beautiful star like yourself being trapped on a dirt ball
like this. I would rather suffer alone than risk losing you to the cold
harshness of the day to day. I continue to struggle, but having you in my
thoughts gives me hope.
My dearest Alaria, I love you.
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