Right now we’re at war between what makes us happy, and what makes us stable. And judging by your apathy in this moment, I’d bet stability has the upper hand. You, little girl, used to dream of princes and flying dragons, while meditating over which grass and berry combination would be the next cure for cancer. What happened to that fire that proved to be an excellent source of energy when the sun didn’t shine bright enough. When did the stars inside of your eyes fade? Tell me, little girl, when did you stop caring?