~{{Dream On [Nightbird]}}~
May 17, 2012 11:48:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 17, 2012 11:48:40 GMT -5
But the dream is never forgotten, only put aside and never out of reach: Where once the dream connected boys with the world of men, now it reconnects men with the spirit of boys.
~John Thorn
I observed the beautiful evening sky, the colors, that were as bright as the colors on the palette of an artist. A sigh of relaxation escaped me. I closed my eyes and imagined a perfect world. I couldn't even imagine it because of this screwed up world. I thought about no hunger games and no death. No hatred, just love. Then, my mind happened to come back to this world, my sister, the upcoming reaping, everything seemed to just explode my mind. I hated the thought and pounded the ground, making me seem like an angry sociopath.
The games were a killer. They always have been and they always will be. Twenty four go in and only one comes out alive, it's the brutal thought of losing my sister that makes me hate the games. I would volunteer for her any day, but would that day ever come? I hope not, the reaping was just around the corner. Is it then that I will lose her, or she will lose me? It would wreck our parents as well. What would or home be like without both of us there?
Flashing back to reality is a scary place when you've been dreaming for so long. That's the problem with me, I would dream all day if you would let me. Sitting on the soft grass felt good, really only adding to my daydreaming. The soft clouds, the beautiful evening sky. Save me from myself, I thought, it will be my killer. I looked into the far, yonder distance and saw what I never expected. "If your coming for me, just take me!"
~John Thorn
I observed the beautiful evening sky, the colors, that were as bright as the colors on the palette of an artist. A sigh of relaxation escaped me. I closed my eyes and imagined a perfect world. I couldn't even imagine it because of this screwed up world. I thought about no hunger games and no death. No hatred, just love. Then, my mind happened to come back to this world, my sister, the upcoming reaping, everything seemed to just explode my mind. I hated the thought and pounded the ground, making me seem like an angry sociopath.
The games were a killer. They always have been and they always will be. Twenty four go in and only one comes out alive, it's the brutal thought of losing my sister that makes me hate the games. I would volunteer for her any day, but would that day ever come? I hope not, the reaping was just around the corner. Is it then that I will lose her, or she will lose me? It would wreck our parents as well. What would or home be like without both of us there?
Flashing back to reality is a scary place when you've been dreaming for so long. That's the problem with me, I would dream all day if you would let me. Sitting on the soft grass felt good, really only adding to my daydreaming. The soft clouds, the beautiful evening sky. Save me from myself, I thought, it will be my killer. I looked into the far, yonder distance and saw what I never expected. "If your coming for me, just take me!"
