thick as //theives// - open // blitzzz

Sometimes I wonder how the world can be improved, can be made better by the people. You see, if we were all to work together, it wouldn't be so hard - would it? No matter what mum says, I want to reform the world. I want to raise new flags and cut off all of my fiery red hair and run away, into the wild where I will finally be free. Sometimes, I just want to strip off all of my clothing and run around, not bound by painfully scratching fabric that tears open my skin.

It would be an act of rebellion though, a person running around without clothes on - in Panem even that is considered conspiracy against the government. And sometimes I wonder how this society was formed. Was it by a crazed dreamer, like me or by a realist with no sense of dreams and fantasies?

They call me the wise owl of the family, but this question - the one that haunts me the most - I cannot even fathom to come up with an answer for it, not in the deepest depths of my mind where hidden creatures dwell. I've dug through piles of rubbish in my head, trying to find what would make sense, none of it ever does.

WIP