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.

-OM

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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