Did you ever wonder where the sky ends?

Did you ever look out into the rain and hear a still, small voice calling your name? Did you ever see, really see the world? I don't think ever did. Peeta says you can see eternity in a grain of sand, or heaven in a flower, if you just look close enough.

I have trouble believing that.

How can the world be beautiful, how can he paint, how can I sing, when there are so many graves? How can our children laugh and play and live in the shadow of such great evil? But sometimes, when I stop questioning, and start singing, when Rue's face isn't looking up at my out of my daughter's eyes, when the sun rises over a new day-

-it's okay. I can look up into the branches of a tree and feel the wind on my face, I can squeeze Peeta's hand and know that that there is a new day.


A/N: Reference in the third line to a poem by some talented genius whose name escapes me... Hope you like this.

~Avox