Iโm in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves.
Suzanne CollinsDeep in the meadow, hidden far away, A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray, Forget your woes and let your troubles lay, And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm, Here the daisies guard you from every harm, Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, Here is the place where I love you.
Suzanne CollinsThe damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That's how they recognize me; Why I belong to them.
Suzanne Collins