by Hazza » Mon Feb 20, 2012 5:17 pm
Depression
That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.Sometimes, someone says something so small, and it just fits right into this empty space in your heart. <3There comes a point in every child's life, that they learn a dandelion is a weed. Not a flower.Reach the unreached and touch the untouched.Make a wish. Just because it makes you happy thinking about it if it did come true.