Sympathetic Magic

My plants are pretty much dead. :( Not a good thing. It's especially unfortunate when I consider the purpose of the little darlings. Purpose might be a funny word. It's enough that they just were. But there was a symbolic underpinning I had in place. They were meant to keep me in check. They were supposed to be watered. They were supposed to drink and absorb. They were supposed to breathe the fresh air. They were supposed to see the light of day and bask in the wonder of being. They were meant to grow and flourish. I was to learn from them. Do as they do. It was going good for a while... but I slipped up and I'm disconnected and in the dark again. They show this. They're withering. And they were supposed to be a mirror so it's troubling to see this reflection. I want to turn it around. I have a vision for them, and so, myself. I'm going to resurrect them. And I'm going to create again. I'm not sure what I was motivated by before... whatever it was was lost. But the sight of these withered forms has shocked me into action again. I'm clear again. Focused. I don't know that they can survive... if it's possible, but their deaths will give new life to the whole of this project. They can't live like this. I've managed to survive like this... but I haven't been living.


DS333, conjuring.