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
This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.
Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.
How about you, Mockingjay? You feel totally safe?” “Oh, yeah. Right up until I got shot,” I say.
but it's not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back but I don't catch it.