The Alien

The Alien sits in front of the white, blurry surface that is the control surface of his ship.
He gazes into the infinity of his own memories.
Endless black eyes that have seen a billion stars come and go; species come, then crumble; galaxies die, and be reborn again.
It is the passage of life.
He knows all too much about how it works.
The ebb and flow, and ever-spiraling illusion of time.
Still – every time he has a tiny glimpse into the destiny of any given creature in the cosmos, it makes his heart pound with pure enthusiasm, as he is reminded of the wonder that Life is, and has always been.
And how one is all, and all is full of love.
If only his lips would have allowed him to smile – he would.

I am The Alien.