the future's mine to claim - [pthalo]
Apr 15, 2012 23:47:59 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Apr 15, 2012 23:47:59 GMT -5
well i'm about to spend my cold life
cutting corners, placing blame
any moment this could catch fire
It's warm today. And I'm a little surprised. Probably because for months, I've grown used to the cold. The snow that covers the streets and roofs and chimneys that billow smoke, a sign of warmth spreading through a house. It's become that I can't seem to remember what summer is like. My mind strains to recall how hot and sticky it can get in One when the hottest weather of the year rolls around and plants its seed in the sky, resulting in the luxuries of ice-cold drinks and loose clothing. But even today, when the sky sings of April's final bringing of spring, there is the last traces of winter that hang around in the air.
Walking along the pathways of my home with no company but my shadow, the feeling of Games is vastly obvious. Even though One did not bring home a voctor - and yet we were so close, dammit - people are still celebrating. Capitol logos are everywhere - on banners, on screens, on the replaying messages of victory for Two's winner. We're happy, but we're not. Proud of our fallen tributes, how close they came, but bitter at the same time, with their fake smiles turned upwards toward the 60th Champion. This entire District is a sour, two-faced society towards the Capitol.
You'd think you would get used to it, having to live with all this rubbish about the Games and how great they are. How we're so proud to send our children to represent our glorious District. How we would sacrifice our own children to please them. To bring joy and entertainment to people we secretly loathe. But maybe I'm a hypocrite for saying it, because I can count on all my ten fingers fifty times over for all the times I've pretended to like someone just to please a greater threat. Impress them, Nathaniel. Show that you're capable of taking this on, Nathaniel. Do me proud, Nathaniel.
Sometimes I don't know whether I'm as free as I portray.
But today is warm. It's a nice day. And I'll make it a damn nice day. Forget my Dad, forget the constant strain on me to be better than I am. Forget how I push it away, pretend it's not there, deal with it when it's only necessary. Today I'll find someone new to talk to. Perhaps I won't be my usual, ignorant, dick-headed self. Or maybe I will. But the future's mine to claim today. I can do whatever I want with it.
And suddenly, as I turn and waltz into a nearby store, I feel a little less trapped.
erasing all the stains, so here's to starting over
we could be the same, we'll change it all together
the future's mine to claim
[/center]we could be the same, we'll change it all together
the future's mine to claim
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
describing ;; thinking ;; talking ;;
[sorry if this is a little short! >.<]
[/size]describing ;; thinking ;; talking ;;
[sorry if this is a little short! >.<]
