Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.

This is what birds see. Only they’re free and safe. The very opposite of me.

Sick and disoriented, I’m able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.

Destroying things is much easier than making them.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
a bed of grass, a soft green pillow
lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
and when again they open, the sun will rise.
Hear it’s safe, here it’s warm
hear the daisies guard you from every harm
hear your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
hear is the place where i love you.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
a clock of leaves, a moonbeam ray
forget your woes and let your troubles lay
and when again it’s morning, they’ll wash away.
Hear it’s safe, hears its’ warm
hear the daises guard you from every harm
Hear your dreams are sweet and tomorrow bring them true
hear is the place where i love you.

Only I keep wishing I could think of a way…to show the Capitol they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games.”