Born with no identity, raised without a purpose, lost within nothing, absolute.... solitude.584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD7cYfDn0du

 Nothing but the wind of the woods, and the rattle of the leaves and branches of many trees.

From when I was just a little girl I always walked the same path of these woods everyday, it was like I had some kind of connection to it somehow, I never understood it but I came to the conclusion that it's not something you can understand, you just feel.

 I always wondered how I ended up living in such a depth of the woods, no one ever to be seen for probably miles away. I've never been any more than 20 steps away from the little underground  shed I called home. Alessandra, my keeper never allows me to go very far in the woods, she says it's dangerous, but I never understood why, there's nothing out here, no one. And I'm not so sure anybody would care if I was in danger, I wasn't important, I was nobody...

My keeper, Alessandra is not my mother, hence me calling her my keeper, she treats me more like a chore than an actual person, but I respect her, highly. I once asked her who my parents were and she told me to never speak or ask about them again, so I didn't, I just wonder, I wonder if I look anything like them, or if my personality is anything like there's, but how can I have a personality when I don't even have an identity, I don't know who I am.