What if she was Juliet?

What if she was Juliet?
What if she hadn't died and was still there, up in the balcony, standing still, naked, looking down?
Would the decay be from love? From life?
What does decay really reveal?
Is it the reflection of time into existence or it constitutes the precondition of existence, since the essence of matter and of being perishable creates the existence and define its notion?

photo by Nella Vlachou

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