She’s a maze with no escape. An ethereal, steady pulse. She’s there, but just barely. I love her so much I sometimes hate her. And it terrifies me, because deep down, I know what she is. An unsolvable puzzle. And I know who I am. The idiot who would try to fix her. At any cost.
thinking about the glow up from “i reached for you, but you were gone” in wonderland to “my hand was the one you reached for” in the great war, and feeling many feelings