These are two of my most favorite plants. Sadly the mini white phal is on the brink of death due to crown for. I'm trying to revive it in fwc but we'll see how that goes. I'm not too hopeful but plants can be resilient!
The Orange phal I'm sure has a name! The color is too clear and distinct for it to just be some weird complex hybrid or something. I wish I knew! It's a stunner and so striking in person!
"I am against systems, the most acceptable system is on principle to have none. To complete oneself, to perfect oneself in one's own littleness, to fill the vessel with one's individuality, to have the courage to fight for and against thought. . ." - Tzara , Dada Manifesto
I feel entitled. Consumed. I feel unsafe living in the space between my veins. My heart is a room and it's become uninhabitable.
I shy and I shake away from that truth, but it doesn't go away, so I sit here and face it. It is fall. There are flies around me. I know they are attracted to the heat of my breath and the smell of decay as my ego endures a slow death.
I never would have known just how painful it would be for that part of me to die had I not ripped it away and left it to rot on the sandy beach of another continent.
It was a sunny day, a fine place to "find myself". I left it all there. And now I am nothing and empty. My heart beats and my mouth opens but a stranger speaks and their words confuse me. Leave me angry and shuddering, I try to scream but I end up sputtering, spitting into the fire. It roars bright like stars and then collapses back into the dark.
I am alone.
I am consumed by it all and I feel entitled to have more.
I choke on this longing just long enough to look at the person I have become and watch it die.
It looks back at me, angry for its misery, jealousy for my living. It grabs and I step back. It snaps and snarls and curls wisps of black dust into the sky.
It screeches and hurls obscenities, tells me of all the things we could have been, but I know it's all an illusion.
I am nothing and I am empty.
I am enveloped in the dusk, the most beautiful part of an old day.
My ego turns to dust and blows away.
And I am alone.
This is the sweetest little miniature oncidium.
And one of the few I actually know the name of! Sharry Baby "Misaki". It has two little skinny spikes right now, so just waiting for them to form some buds and bloom. Hopefully it won't be too long!
I am so in ✨LOVE✨ with this beautiful bean right here ^^^ His 🌿WILD🌿 matches mine. Twin flames in the dark 🌞
I hope you get to be with someone who feels like home, and if you already are, go give 'em a big squeeze 💘
P.S. Isn't he dReAmY 😍😍😍