he crept up like a plauge. its seeping through my flower...my flower is shining and brilliant and this shadow is falling over the petals. poisoning the wick and cutting the roots. the seed has been planted yet ripped back out to see how much it's grown. it tries to survive the brutal blow and reaches for the earth.. something to grab onto.. but the gravel is slipping and the water is scarce. torture. dont rootrot the flower to get it out of it's misery. give a little at a time and do it better the next time. i have everything to prove and too much to loose.