she and lilianna sat in the sunflower field where they both cried tears and broke hearts—admiring the discarded view. crumpled petals of lilac and ivory and yellow and greys—the greys taunting the pretty little flowers, letting them wither and die.

yet they still sat there, admiring the view.

why?

because in the grey sat speckles of brown and twisted greens with underlying hues of blue. because, in the heart of those withering flowers, was life, shards of hope that protruded from the fragile petals and bathed the unhealthy soil in love and nutrients. because, in those sad, dying flowers, was the ability to know that another flower, just like that one, was dying—wilting, and they needed a figure of hope. a figure to tell them that things would get better.

that things would be mended.

hearts would be mended.

so they sat in the sunflower field, admiring the view.

- r.

and whilst they sat, their own hearts mended; thirtieth december, 18