Sunday 15 May 2011

Dearest Deer

Style Over Substance: The Decayed Form.
Things are only new and only grow for a limited period then they decay or deteriorate- everything dies. Once it dies it leaves behind the final remains of a building, an empty shell of a person- their lovely bones. Beauty is within and everyone looks the same. Remove the substance and expose the structure that holds everything together.


Dearest Deer,

You run so free and pretty but one day you will look like this.

Sorry, you are still beautiful.


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