#burningwhiteroses

Power. It was not the object that everyone sought, lest not that they might admit to themselves. And yet, power was often the answer to the internal pleading of many’s plight. What else could offer to break bonds and ensure that you would not be a slave to anyone ever again? The darkness was imbued with it and whether one reached for it or not, it was there just at the tips of their fingers waiting for them to grasp it. Power meant you could protect your loved ones (or you could protect yourself). You could make the galaxy better-- different-- or just the world.

tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal. | @burningwhiteroses

          '  i came to visit.  '    hurtful smile,  not as much to paint her pain on his cheeks, but one to  AVOID  her view,   AVOID  the burned body.  too beautiful once,   & soon likely again,  but they could never repair a broken heart,  a lost mind or  offer relief off of the nightmares.      ' got you some  . . . '    swallowed hard, crushing to face her.   their fault,   your fault.   if only they never had organised,  snow would have easily silenced these riots.   easily captured katniss as a victor,  kept as a   MARIONETTE  for the capitol rather than the rebellion.    ' some flowers.  the other ones already died. '    every so often visited,   many times her eyes remained closed  ( whether she wished to sleep or not to see anyone he could not tell ).  every time the old flowers were replaced with new ones.