about the plant, the pot, and its owner
we've had the plant in my profile picture for who knows how many years. i'm not that passionate about plants, so i don't know what kind of flower it is. well, as spring approaches, it's finally going to bloom again, even after looking dead and not even being watered for too long of a time.
how did we go back to watering it, you may ask? we noticed a new leaf growing, green and healthy, and realised it was not, in fact, dead. had it flowered before? i don't remember, but it probably did. it sits on a windowsill in our living room, and its flowers will likely face outwards towards our backyard.
the pot is not so significant, but i remember it used to be a different pot. but i don't remember ever changing the pot the flower is in, so the pot remains a mystery, as i would like to remain. small and rather unnoticed, not able to be figured out by others.
i myself? to say the least, i am a poet and an artist, a musician and a mathematician, a reader of books and a reader of faces... i do ever desire to look upon a stranger's multifaceted mind and finally, for once, understand, why do you all go on?