The Younger deer

March 17, 2009 - 12:39am — Blackhoof

_{I remember the days when B.H. wasn't the deer he is now. I remember when he

was young and spontaneous. I remember when he would spend his days playing with his

freind Big Game, and Whisper. And how he would sharpen his antlers on the trees. How he was

frank and contented of where he stood in life. He was like the poppies that he would admire and celebrate with his friends. He was young and thought of himself as the red dot on a white page.

....

I never will forget those days....

...nor shall I forget when not only he changed...

...but so did another...

I often feel bad about the way he turned out? I never expected such a drastic change?

It was almost as if imediatly when he had returned he was not the deer I knew? He faked it in

some sort of way? Trying to be close to the way he once was...But it wasn't long till whatever

was engulfing him finally ate him whole. I wish we could both return to those days. When poppies were more than sweet colored flowers. But the signature of a life untouched by the grimness of certain parts of life. I wish that we both weren't so naive.

I hate to be the sinner of the sin of Sloth (self guilt *), so I won't speak anymore...

But I still remember... the days of poppies, and The Younger Deer.}

Self guilt* = A brotheren to the sin of Sloth. Sloth was broken into
to real sections. One depression, the other Self guilt.

March 17, 2009 - 12:42am — Blackhoof

An okay pic of B.H. in his

An okay pic of B.H. in his younger years/set.
I was bored : < and was think alot of about the old times...
not only for my other self, B.H. on TEF, but for me outside of the forest.

March 17, 2009 - 12:56am — toboe