The peculiar taste of loneliness touches my lips, as I sit in the emerald grass.Dew drenching my fingertips.Blinding sunlight hits my chestnut eyes,threw whisps of golden hair.My name is Savana and the world should be my playground.
I am 5 years old,and my life is far from miraculous. I am the last of the human race,so it's just me and nature. I live the depths of the amazon rainforest were I live of nothing but fish and raw berries.Sleep is torture,thats when being alone really torments you.Absance of a warm and loving parent is the worst thing imaginable for a young and mortified child. My life is hell, wake me up for this endless nightmare.
I am 5 years old,and my life is far from miraculous. I am the last of the human race,so it's just me and nature. I live the depths of the amazon rainforest were I live of nothing but fish and raw berries.Sleep is torture,thats when being alone really torments you.Absance of a warm and loving parent is the worst thing imaginable for a young and mortified child. My life is hell, wake me up for this endless nightmare.