Of the Withering Rose
I have the rose and the sunflower placed in a vase beside my computer.Due to some reason my whole room smells like BodyShop now.Perhaps its due to the soap someone gave me on Friday.Which is quite good,instead of the usual "Weilien Smell" everytime i open the door.Not that its bad anyway,just different.Anyway,its sad how the rose is dying every minute right after the flourist cut it from the stem.Though its still very much blooming,but you know that its going to die sooner or later.By Saturday after the leaves were already turning yellow.By Sunday evening the leaves were pointing downwards.The sunflower however,still stands in the vase,in full blossom.Anyway,my mom adviced me to dry to rose,when it is still blossoming.She said that when the rose opens to a particular extent,the pedals will start to fall off,so by hanging it upside down it'll remain unchanged.Furthermore,it will dry up the rose,preserving it in its original state.Oh well,sort of like making a mummy on Discovery Channel.Only without the intestines and bandages.As my mom hung it on the curtains in my room,i stared at the rose for awhile.Kinda sad that its forced out of the vase onto this clip that is hanging it upside down.Though it was already dying,im letting it die faster now.In a way,its good right?A fast death.I wonder if it has feelings.I heard that there was an experiment done on plants,to test if it feels.It had stuff stuck into this cactus,and tested the reaction of the cells within the plant when it comes into contact with fire.In the end,the plant shown violent reaction to the fire.In fact,the reaction measured on the scale was almost human.I guess its only normal to assume that the rose is screaming,begging for water now.Because of our little desire to preserve its beauty,we are making it suffer and die.Oh well,shows a lot about the cruelness of human nature,doesnt it?Survival of the fittest.But then again,the rose had nothing to defend itself against the scissors.Hmm.Haha.Just a thought.As i speak,the rose is whithering upon the string attached to the curtains.Its already turning into a dark shade of red,and the leaves are turning purple,for some reason.Suffocating,thirsty,dying.

Song of the Moment---Broken Angel by Hanson