No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved, you know? For a little bit. I feel like the maid. “I just cleaned up this mess. Can we keep it clean for ten minutes?
"I want to go home, Peeta," I say plaintively, like a small child. "You will. I promise," he says, and bends over to give me a kiss. “I want to go home now," I say. "Tell you what. You go back to sleep and dream of home. And you’ll be there for real before you know it," he says.
so close to my next t h o u s a n d! ! ! i love you all!
Your body lies upon the sheet, Of paper and words so sweet. I can’t say the words, so I wrote you into my verse. Now you’ll live through the ages, I can feel your pulse in the pages (Poet, 2013)