: another one of my #plants is dying, and it hits me harder than I want to admit. I know it’s “just a plant”, but for me it never feels like that. they’re my little family. my quiet #pets. I’m attached to them in this strange, simple way, and every time one of them stops doing well, something in me sinks.
I keep around thirty of them. most of them are fine, living with me, growing slowly, existing in their quiet way. but some of them… some of them don’t make it. some of them I fail to take care of. and it’s sad every single time. it shouldn’t hurt this much, but it does.
maybe it’s because I try. I look at them, I water them, I move them around, I check the soil, the light, everything. and when I still can’t help – that’s when it really gets me.
so that’s my little thought for today. I just want to keep it here, in my diary. there was this plant. it lived with me. and now it doesn’t.
