a wax flower once sat at the table he was placed on and observed those around him.
at first he thought that ever other flower was just like him.
fake.
this made the wax flower feel at least justified in his cold complexion and lack of growth. he reasoned that it was okay to be wax, to only have the appearence of a real flower.
after a while, he began noticing something that he really didnt like.
the other flowers were changing!
some were beginning to wilt, while many were flourishing beautifully.
observing this, the wax flower was filled with jealousy, anger, frustration and sadness. for even those that were wilting showed signs of real life.
the wax flower yearned to be real, but how could he be? fake things dont become real very easily.
so the wax flower just sat there
being fake
wanting life
remaining trapped
9:08 a.m. - 2002-09-07
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