Words of the Constant
It's only slightly more appealing.
An edible plant.
Keep growing. I'll wait.
It is ready for the harvest.
Its had the life sucked out of it.
Only leads to disappointment.
All things must come to an end.
All life is transitory.
Why bother with a permanent home?
Heavy, like my heart.
Heavy, like my heart.
Materials for a delusion.
Materials for a delusional life.
A house to remind me of death.
A house to remind me of death.
An exercise in futility.
An exercise in futility.
Ingredients for an empty life.
Ingredients for an empty life.
Why bother?
Still cannot shelter me from death.
My home is with Abigail.
My home is with Abigail.
I see. Even you turn on me, in the end.
I cannot protect you from death.
Even you cannot escape death.
Are you practicing being dead?
In case I don't want to succumb to poison. Unlikely.
Pierce me with your venomous fangs...
The ground belches death.
So many juicy red bits to chomp and squish!
Warm, but no less messy.
I was expecting more seeds than this from that thing.
Ophelia? Are you down there?
Some algae.
Life is blood and this.
Another world, another hardship.
Shall I leave this mortal coil?
He's disappearing. Like hope.
Everything dies.
It died too young.
Of no use to me.
It's too heavy.
Sigh. Another burden.
It would only be a burden.
Like my beloved sister, I can never return.
Its growth is stunted by the limits of the pot.
I would have to be desperate.
His joviality is almost endearing. Almost.
Looks filthy.