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ONCE upon a time there was a princess (a now-a-days one) who lived in her own tower in a big city. Around her tower there were many other similar towers called buildings. THIS princess would just sit or lay down, depending on her mood, by her window which was almost as tall as the ceiling and as low as the floor. But just almost. She would watch life go by. Life and planes if she was laying down. Nothing in that big city,, nothing in those huge towers could possibly disturb the inactivity of our princess. Nothing outside her could, anyway, for in her inside -oh her inside world!- well. that was a different story. SHE was locked up in her solitude but not by someone else but by herself. She had lost her joy, her power to live, her curiosity. She had lost everything that makes common people want to get up in the morning and go out to the world. SHE had lost that all. WHAT was left of her was a shadow of what she had been once. A tormented shadow that appears when the ability to hope for things disappears. THIS princess was one day a joly one. She was beautiful and strong. She was brave. She was curious but above all she loved and she loved with all her might. And as she loved she hoped and as she hoped she was alive and not just the ash she had been turned into. BUT a wicked witch called Distance, a wicked witch took all that life away from her by taking the reason of her loving so much, the reason of her happiness and leaving her in dispair. She took it away very far and locked it up under thousands of locks called miles and left her wandering around in her tower with no purpose anymore, sitting by the window or laying down watching planes pass by. As her life would pass by. (How to explain pain through a fairy tale)
