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Monday, 25th of January
I sat patiently in the pot, as I do every day. When would I get my water? How long till my dirt would be replaced? Are my leaves starting to brown? Is winter over soon? I would have asked myself such questions if I could actually think like you humans do. I would probably be going insane if I had a mind like yours. But, as a plant I need only concern myself with the sun and my leaves and my roots. Pull some water in my roots and do some photosynthesis in my leaves and all is well. The temperature is nice. There are nice minerals in my soil. It goes like this for ever and ever and ever.
Saturday, 30th of January
I sat patiently in the pot, as I do every day. I haven’t gotten fresh water in a few days… Have I been forgotten? My leaves need to be hydrated, my roots need to drink, my stems are slowly growing weak. How long can I keep going on this little water left in the soil? Will I die before new water is provided? If I do, I want it to be known that I had a good life so far.
Wednesday, 3rd of February
I won’t be able to keep going much longer, my sugar reserves are gone. I had to start getting rid of some of my leaves. My roots are slowly shrinking. My stems are bending, not much longer until they snap under the weight of my leaves. I seem to have been left to die.
Not even the air is providing anything anymore, it’s giving me less and less to breathe. And there is a weird stench in it, I wonder what that is.
My leaves have fallen, my stems have snapped and my roots are gone. All that’s left now is for me to compost. The world around me has grown grey and dark. Sometimes I still here voices but those are few and far between. They seem sad. As if someone had died. But they do not care for me. I lay here, dead as can be but they all care for someone else. Maybe that is who was giving me water? Re-potting me every once in a while? Maybe that’s why I had to perish?
I will never know, for my leaves have fallen, my stems have snapped and my roots are all gone…