jinofblades

When a flower is snipped from the stem it yearns to return. It leeks life blood from the wound hoping to cling back to the root that once nourished it... Made it whole. The once sharp pain of the pruning sheers deadens into a long slow throb and the stem begins to dry. The petals fall first, shriveling quickly as their delicate sensitivity fails from dehydration, the Essence of life ebbing. When they finally despair and drop the stem hangs on, retaining its moisture more efficiently without the clinging tenderness that made the flower so vulnerable. Yet it too stiffens as it drys, watching it's once beautiful, fragile individuality turn to du