atincanofDREAMS

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.

"No, when the time comes, I'm sure I'll kill just like everybody else. I can't go down without a fight. Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to.. to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their Games."

Act like a bitch, get slapped like a bitch.

Oh, wherefore was my birth from Heaven foretold Twice by an Angel, who at last, in sight Of both my parents, all in flames ascended

Fear is not real. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist. That is near insanity Kitai. Do not misunderstand me, danger is very real, but fear is a choice. We are all telling ourselves a story and that day mine changed.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, & what art. Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.

"You could shake your knuckles at the sky. You could get mad and say "I don't got nothing." You could get stuck. You could grab the past and drag it with you like a bag of rocks. You could get that new diet with grapefruits, and a brand new exerciser, and maybe that new and improved washer-dryer set. You could grab and grab and grab and grab till your fist turn green. You can grab everything you ever wanted. Shake it, try to make it go boom. Yet you could never, ever grab enough. Pop."