the world in her hands.

she thought about everything that was going on at that exact moment in time
the room seemed less smokey since he'd arrived
wrapping both hands around her mug, she closed her eyes for a second
your silence will not protect you.
she opened her eyes to meet his
why dont you tell me a story?
she was always the one to ask that question, but she brought him back to her childhood anyways
i used to love going for walks around the lake when i was younger
the air was cleaner and the colours more vibrant
at least it seemed that way to me
sometimes there would be one or two people walking their dogs
but most of the time it was just me; alone with the world
i remember feeling like i was holding the world in my hands
i'm not sure how, but there was one sunflower at the edge of the lake next to the rocks that i used to sit on; sometimes for hours
the wind must have blown the seeds to make it grow there; because there was only one
anyways, they're my favourite
is that the end?
she paused, laughed quietly
well it's silly, but, i've always liked to think that someone planted it for me.
as if trying to tell me that they've held the world, too.
(to be continued)