But with every inch it moves, it is reminded of its brokenness. It needs something something that it thought it would never need that it thought did not exist but it does, it really does. It thirsts for it. It yearns for it. It clamors for it. But that one thing has become so elusive. It went away to a place farther than the dark lair deeper than the abyss. Can’t be reached-- Well maybe It doesn’t want to be reached.
n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time—and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated emotional structure, held up by a strong and flexible spine, built less like a fortress than a cluster of treehouses.