Between then and now, I have acquired many answers to many questions and many questions that need many answers.
I am not a damsel in distress.
…And so I scream, "Get your head out of the pot infused clouds Quinn! They will only fill your head with dreams and hallucinations. Things that reality really isn't made of."
To this she says "To each her own Beth. What's wrong with having your head in the clouds? It's much more peaceful up there. The clouds are soft. The clouds are safe. They smell heavenly to me. So please Beth, please let me be. Don't make me come down, just so I can breathe your realistic air. It really isn't paradise down there"
"It is better to have your head in...
And if I burn out tonight, at least the embers of my former existence will remain, even momentarily, as reminders of a life I once lived.