It has a name but it will not share. It is not happy. It does not eat. It sleeps as if it has taken too many lunesta. It does not work. It does not progress. It is ugly. It is curled up always and looks like it is writhing in agony. It is too apathetic to believe in anything. It is alive but just barely. The language it speaks is unknown to me.
Personification of a Dead Plant.
October 20, 2009