Martian Started…
Martian started to take life when I got curious enough to question my parents, my life, my governement and God. I was about 7 years old.
Martian as I call myself since then, was always the weird kid that nobody really talked to. Keeping mostly to herself because nobody really understood her and the things she did. When Martian changed school, she made a few friends, but even they thought she was weird and labelled her so too.
Martian loved nature even though she never spent much time outside, she loove animals, she loved flowers and hearing the rain… Martian was really sensitive to nature. Wind felt like it was guiding her and whispering her the way… Water would make her connect with all that lives and all that ever lived, earth made her feel strong and grounded, fire would bring her warmth, peace and comfort. She would let her spirit go.
Martian was growing up faster in the mind than in the body, she was a old soul and nobody cared. That’s how it is mostly, in small towns like Martian lived in. These things were not to be talked to.
Since she loved animals, they had bought her a cat that she could tell anything to… Because her dad was on medications, her mom had to do everything and she didn’t have time for Martian and hardly ever spent time with her. She understood.
to be continued…
