The world was fraying at the edges, unraveling the mysteries that had long eluded us. Even as we began to drown in our own exhaust we hid in the most remote corners of ourselves. Even as we understood the damage we were doing was tearing at the fragile fabric of existence we hid in nature pleading that we could somehow be saved. We held no illusion that death would not come for us, we merely chose to believe that our stories meant something. For that moment that blink of time the Earth was our home.
Raffles Pitcher-Plant (Nepenthes rafflesiana) x Icelandic Poppy(Papaver nudicaule)
A somewhat crude and unusual encounter between two geographically and behaviourally different plants, one native to sub-polar regions of the North, whilst beautiful and lightly fragrant, all parts of this plant are considered poisonous. The other, a slightly carnivorous, exotic and threatened plant from South East Asia, feeds on the gooey soluble nutrients of fallen insects actually has many properties beneficial to humans, the roots can treat stomach aches and dysentery and the stem may be used to treat coughs and fevers.
I just want to be sweet, yet my heart is filled with sorrow.
He was bending down on one knee, imagining their future together. Imagining her saying yes to designing their own house, having it built, quiet dinners at home, movie marathons, love making, the birth of their first child, bringing him to preschool on the first day, ice cream wars, running around the house, playing hide and seek, camping at the backyard and gazing at the stars. He couldn’t imagine his future with anyone else but her. He didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with anyone but her.
Tears were flooding her eyes as she was watching him bend on one knee and taking out a ring. Their future flashed before her eyes. The endless fights, the endless second guessing, the endless nights of crying and begging him to let her in, the endless days of cold silence and breaking down walls, the endless highs and lows, the endless fear and paranoia of triggering another fight. No, she couldn’t live like that for the rest of her life. So she said, “I’m sorry, I can’t.” Turned away and ran with tears flowing freely now.
He remained where he was, not noticing that his knee was already smarting. He was dumbstruck. He couldn’t understand why on earth she would say no. He thought she loved him as much as he loved her. He couldn’t fathom why their life had to end before it even begun.
She left him because he couldn’t express himself and he would lash out in a way that was hurting her. But she couldn’t tell him that he was destroying her. Isn’t it ironic?