to be on your own, she has learned, isn’t always synonymous with loneliness. at least (not in the way!) alone is akin to solitary. see, the lone purgatory of self is something she’s grown accustomed to, can relate to. a harbinger to the eden that burns within her. * when all is said and done, eternity stretches into nothingness. time but a bottomless pool of wading, waiting, blending into the horizon. scour the earth only to see that the clock still ticks vigorously away in its core. it was not made to spare anyone. and she also knows that one day, the clock will run out.
“ i do not doubt your ability to stand on your own two feet. ” carol danvers, after all, was well preceded by reputation. “ but there was a time where i once believed the same. i did not realize what i was missing until i was faced with people who had never been without each other. perhaps one day you will come to find that you regret living this life on your own. the world is beautiful, carol; in small ways and in large, and it is here for us to make the most of. do not close yourself off to possibilities. ” / @dinopunching , “ i’m actually better on my own. ”
