I'm inspired. I'm filled with motivation. I want to do something, anything. I can feel the creative energy pulsing through my veins. The steady beat of my heart pumps it through my entire body. It's telling me something; it's urging me to act. I can do anything.
I can fly. I can soar above the clouds, leaving behind my worries of the troublesome world.
I can sing. I can release a melodious tune that makes the birds stop and listen. Just like dad.
There. The moment is gone. My inspiration is gone. My father is gone. My whole world is gone.
The horrific incident replays in my mind. It intensifies to a point where it won't stop. My imagination runs wild. I see how it happens. An accident results in tragedy. They're gone. He's gone.
My mind spirals into a dark abyss. I'm almost there. I'm breaking, breaking, breaking just like Mother.
Stop!
No, I can't do this. I have to keep going. I have to keep Mom and Prim alive. It's what Dad would want. And he's my inspiration.
A/N: Please tell me if this is completely horrible. Seriously. I was just aching to write something. I know it's really short. I tend to write short things. This is my version of Katniss's thoughts after her father's death. Not immediately after, maybe when she's in the proccess of recovering. Kinda. I don't even know. I'm confusing myself. I'll stop now.
