back from the dead, but not entirely sure; previously flamingdandelions
when she was just a girl
she expected the world
but it flew away from her reach
so she ran away in her sleep
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.