Headphones On

I was sitting on my couch, listening to the stereo and thinking when I glanced up at the orchid on the table in front of me. I was watching the blossoms bobbing in the slight breeze when it occurred to me, it's dying.

This orchid is a delicate thing with a tiny stem that can't even hold up the weight of its blossoms. With five flowers sprouted and three more on the way, the blooms are balanced on the weight of a bamboo stick. Despite those flowers that are still dreaming themselves in existence, I am afraid that this orchid is already on its way out.

I have a history with orchids. I find them, love them and then slowly watch them turn into ugly green stumps that despite my best efforts never seem to sprout again. I have started a small collection of orchids that once were healthy and flowering and now... now they sit in window sills just waiting for the impetus to bloom again. That catalyst, be it sunshine or warmth or just love, doesn't seem to find them.

So here I am staring at this orchid, newly arrived into my life. It has barely had the time to make a dent into my heart and I'm afraid I can see it already dying. I want it to coddle it and protect it so that it blooms forever. The thing is, I'm afraid I'm the one killing it because I wish to save it from the horrible fate of the other orchids.

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