When unicorns die

When unicorns die and dreams fall fiery from the sky. I wonder upon a still moment if the next moment is worth living. But a person cannot live the rest of his life mid stride. I place my foot down one more time and whistle a nameless tune as I look again to the horizon. I begin my journey again.


14 thoughts on “When unicorns die

  1. Thank you for taking this somber little piece and not going all the way over to the dark side with it. I have the uncanny knack of sometimes perusing your posts and hitting the more melancholy ones on days I should be inebriated or unconscious.


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