Once upon a time there was a little girl that lived in a very colourful village surrounded by gentle forests in which she would always play among the trees: climbing, building her own nest, reading pertinent books, sitting on a rock at the mainstream of the small river, feeling the strength of the fresh water on her back.
It was quite sunny outside the woods and they would protect her from the straight sunshine.
Amanda would stay there as long as she had to go home for regular commitments such as lunch and dinner.
Although she didn’t feel lonely on her forest since she could see and listen to the birds and an amount of harmless other little animals, there would always be a moment when her own speaking inside her mind would often become louder in comparison to the ‘out there’ silence and sounds, and when that happened, her thoughts would get frustrated once they’d found her scull barrier and would immediately immerse in an unknown abysm.
So they would colonize the abysm and would often interact with each other at noon so that by the end of their getting-to-know-each-other-and-the-new-ones it was twilight and they would all rest, leaving the silence around, which would be felt in Amanda as emptiness.
But not a complete emptiness, a restless one, the one that would fill up her body right up from her toes, finger joints till her chest. Oh, it was so empty on her chest it would choke anything thrown at her mouth and nose.
This little girl would not know the secrets of modern life, such as compulsive eating, smoking or inhaling substances, nor would she know benzoic drugs. Then all she could do was lay down on the humid soil of her forest and feel embraced and she would feel so small among the warmth and the magnitude of the soil that it would work like a gigantic hug pressing up her emptiness and leaving her fit again.
“Amanda! Amanda!” she would thing she heard. “… time for dinner!” and she would be sure.
My little girl is quite small, 1m30 high, brown not properly curly hair, a porcelain white sprinkled face with an unique disposition of eyes, nose and a little mouth upon her smooth skinny face.
She would show the outlook of a girl of her age, such as the inner and outer energy too.
Her name reflected the format and colour of her eyes, though sometimes, as an attribute at her own favour, they were undistinguishable between brown and honey.
She is 9 years old. And I’ll write about her till she is 11.
