the plants in my house have withered. You see, these aren't my plants. They are my roommates. I've never really gotten into plants. I guess for the fact that I have a feeling I would accidentally kill them. This is not to say that I don't like to look at them.
I find them quite calming in a home. The dark and light contrast of greens is giving off an earthy feeling that I am enjoying today. As I sit in the Florida room, they are calling to me. My mind wonders to why they are peaking my interest in this exercise. Maybe it's to do with the light filling into the space of the room. It feels open almost like a breath of fresh air. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Today's a new day.
As I stare at the withered plant in front of me, I wonder how a person becomes withered. You see, most plants need water and sunlight to grow. They need nourishment in many forms. So as I sit here writing I'm beginning to wonder if humans and plants aren't much different from each other. Searching for light in the dark.