funny

I received two plants when I had surgery last November. It was interesting because within a week one of the plants was dying. I made the assumption that because this plant was dying that meant that the friendship that seemed to be forging between myself and the giver of this plant therefore was not real. To me this was a symbol. The other flower flourished and I took that as a sign that this relationship to, would flourish. Funny thing is that I didn't particularly care for the flourishing flower friend as I did for the dying flower friend. But the flourishing flower friend was nicer to me. I think I will keep these names. They sound like Indian names. Flourishing Flower and Dying Flower. But a flourishing flower could possibly be the one dying and the dying one going through a metamorphosis. Are ya with me? I mean I woke up with the name Gyver for a child and this. This is all I got this morning!!!

Okay so as time went on I noticed that the Dying Flower friend was trying to be my friend but I didn't trust it, don't trust her but I want to. Something just doesn't seem completely sincere about Dying Flower. But I genuinely like Dying Flower. I see her beauty and brilliance despite the presence of flaws. She is like a diamond in the rough. Well as life would have it. The flourishing flower died. And once the dead flowers fell off the Dying Flower it is a beautiful green plant.
Go figure.