Lost
Souls are Hot-House Flowers
Lost souls are hot-house flowers— delicate, beautiful, fragile, and rare. Some require special attention. Some like to be left alone. Some thrive with lots of light while others prefer darkness. They are all very different and spectacular in their own ways.
There are droopy, weeping plants prone to fits of trembling. (dangley biticus-tremulus)
Some are afraid to grow at all (timidus minitus) and others just can't get properly motivated despite their best intentions to flower. (perhapsus laterum)
Some plants are continually sick with some fungus or another. (ickacus neglectum)
There is the supra egosimo which grows in uneven, angry bursts. If conditions are not exactly to its specifications, it releases a very foul odor.
There are self destructive plants whose thorns turn inward, piercing the plants' very stems. (I. destructus)
Some of the plants can only grow when throngs of people coo appreciatively at them. If they are not properly admired very regularly, they will die. (externita needeveria)
I have been all of these flowers at one time or another. Most often I am the shaded melancholanata which grows as best as it can inside a dark, zippered bag. Very few people have actually seen its flowers although they are rumored to be breathtaking. No one knows why it has become accustomed to the darkness; perhaps it was just always so.
It is important to note that all of these unusual plants do cross-pollinate. As a result, there are hot-houses full of incomprehensible variations. Truly, there are too many to describe. They are challenging to tend to, but their potential for beauty is unlimited. With proper care, some of the most hopeless varieties offer velvety leaves, ethereal perfumes, and blossoms so rich with color they very nearly hum.
Which kind are you?
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