My Lips Are Just Forming His Name

When You're In The Arena...you Just Remember Who The Enemy Is" - Haymitch

Kind People Have A Way Of Working Their Way Inside Me And Rooting There.

I Squeeze My Eyes Shut And Try To Reach For Him Across The Hundreds And Hundreds Of Miles, To Send My Thoughts Into His Mind, To Let Him Know He Is Not Alone. But He Is. And I Can't Help Him.

The Numbness Of His Loss Had Passed, And The Pain Would Hit Me Out Of Nowhere, Doubling Me Over, Racking My Body With Sobs. Where Are You? I Would Cry Out In My Mind. Where Have You Gone? Of Course, There Was Never Any Answer.

The More You Can Distract Yourself, The Better.