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Alice. I cannot spend the remainder of my life as a moth beating its wings against a jar.
That was the trouble with not being right in the head. You couldn’t always tell if your eyes were telling the truth.
The world was abruptly sharp and clear, too clear, and too alive. It was terrible beyond words.
If you go chasing your freedom your fate will only follow you there, and force you back.
Her heart fluttered in her chest, a moth captured in a net.
“You’re only a mouse if you let them make you one.”
Did it make it better or worse to know who or what chased you through your dreams?
“We’re not free. We’re still dancing to someone else’s tune,”
It made Alice realize how much of life was full of empty stuff, objects longed for because the hope of them made your small life seem bigger, better, brighter.
Should she be happy that they had found each other, or sad at the choices that led them there?
There was comfort in ignorance, in thinking the world a certain way and not knowing any different.
