you can find her lurking in tiny libraries re-reading old fantasies. or perhaps button-mashing on her old hardy gaming consoles. or maybe stuck anywhere without a thought in her head. or simply just banging her head against the walls when school becomes annoyingly choked with work. hello, she says to you.
she dreams. she hyperventilates. there is that small door that she cannot seem to go through, but maybe one day she can.