I hear the the thunders through my window.
I smell my new notebook pages.
I feel the fluffiness of my bed.
I remember school this morning;
I HEAR AND I FORGET; I SEE AND AND I REMEMBER; I DO AND I UNDERSTAND
In the morning when I wake, and the sun is coming through, Air fills my lungs with sweetness and the and I feel my head with clues.
Oh I feel my head with pieces, Of a song I can´t get out.
From: a song I heard.
WINNING MEANS FAME AND FORTUNE.
LOSING MEANS CERTAIN DEATH.
THE HUNGER GAMES HAVE BEGUN…
“don’t cry because it’s over smile because it happened.”