how can i describe this in a way that you can understand. its like i am watching the roses in my vase wilt. each day they get further and further from life. there is no way to recover them, no way to nurse them back to life, because i am never home to feed them. there are a few lone roses still standing tall, even with the murky brown water. they seem to have fused together, so no matter what i do now they're going to be alive forever, leaning on each other for the life they crave.
when it gets to the point that all i have a vase of dead roses in murky brown water, i understand that it must be time to run to the market and purchase some new roses. i'm supposed to get new roses when i leave the house. new roses would make the room bright again. new roses would change everything.
but the market is all out or roses. and i have no money, and i am one hundred percent completely out of time.
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