about Amy

Wild Amy used to climb trees and jumped in puddles while others ran home. She danced in the rain and looked for rainbows, bare feet in old fountains, picking out coins. Grabbing dreams, instead of wishing for them. Amy came late home on summer nights. Dirty skin, messed up clothes, leaves in her blond hair and with a smile that talked of mischief. She kissed boys under starry skies and played with matches not afraid to get burned. Her spirit was wilder than any animal hiding in the darkness. Her heart too untamed, to ever be controlled...

Amy got that heart broken many times, but this time it came back different. It was dirty, messed up and with drying brown leaves that were once green and new. Just like her hopes and the way she saw the world. Eventually, this wild creature stopped showing her real nature. She grabbed onto it and pulled it deep inside of her. Now she no longer shows it to anyone. On the outside, this girl is polite and calm. She is restricted and poised. Pragmatic one might say. Her thick gold curls tied up, and her clothes always clean and straight. Amy hides from people, afraid that her true nature might bring her more scars.

So she doesn’t climb trees in fear that she might fall from them. She doesn’t dance in the rain, because that’s just not the way she acts these days. She no longer grabs dreams with full fists or walks around in fountains with bare feet. The water is now too cold for her. But Amy has a secret. She’s still wild on the inside. She just doesn’t show it. But as they say, just because you can’t see something, it doesn’t mean that it isn’t there. So give her a chance and a moment to breathe, so she can once more see the stars above her head, and come back home late, enjoying a summer night. Smiling at you with mischief in her eyes.

Let her find her wild.

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