There were times before this.
There were times in which the orchid was thriving so, that any thoughts or wilting were immediately falsified.
However-
The orchid is not immortal.
A temperamental sort, the orchid.
As the temperature became unpalatable for it, and the watering became sparse, the orchids falsified thoughts of fainting asserted themselves.
Though they once were placed on the back burner to simmer, the boiling of those terrors emerged promptly.
The slight paranoias and morbid thoughts filtered to the incinerator had slipped through the holes of the cloths used to cover the mouth of the mind.
Poor terrified orchid.
Crumpled leaves and stem brown as bark. You are a flower, orchid, not a willow.
It hangs, sulking.
If you would just look at the orchid, you would noticed it looks to be thriving.
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depreciation they claim
Non-Fictiona collection of thoughts, assessments, dreams, observations, lusts, loves, unthinkables, oddities, morbidity, and dark yet comforting humor and perspective.
